The huge black wooden gate opened slowly, the loud creak resounding across the small hamlet village now devoid of any life. Still, the players, who started to arrange themselves properly, thanks at the front, melee damage dealers ready a few steps behind, then healers and magic casters in the back.
'That won't do you any good...' Zell thought as he remembered the moment the gates opened...
Woosh! A massive steel lance, twisted and black like something from hell, burst through the air with a thunderous howl before it penetrated the neck of a fully armoured shield-bearer; one of the sturdiest tanks in the game dropped to the ground as his head ripped clean from his shoulders.
'Ah, they're here... Let's have more fun this time, my dear brethren!'
