The opposition was reduced to a disorganized mess, at least in the immediate surroundings, giving Erik and Richard a clear path forward.
But there were still many people in front of them, made by those that weren't killed by the ice shards Erik made.
The young man took his chance, leaving ice shields behind to protect Richard while he killed those in front of him.
"Stay behind the shields!" Erik said to the man, who nodded, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe.
Richard was both awestruck and terrified as he watched her daughter's friend fight. No, fight wasn't even an accurate word to use.
Erik was cutting through the blackguards like a hot knife through butter, or more like a blade through a heart.
He was unstoppable, a demon in human form.
Where Erik moved, death followed, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake.
The blackguards scrambled in panic, their formations slowly crumbling before this whirlwind of steel and fury.
