They spread out, surrounding Cambion and launching their attacks from all directions.
Cambion laughed as he faced his new opponents. He relished the challenge, his body moving with an almost inhuman grace as he fought off their attacks. He was a whirlwind of destruction, his claws tearing through armor and flesh alike.
The four commanders fought valiantly, their attacks coordinated and precise. They worked together to keep Cambion off balance, striking from different angles and trying to wear him down. But the demon was too powerful. His strength seemed almost limitless, and his attacks never wavered.
The battle raged on, each side trading blows in a deadly dance. The palace grounds were torn apart by their fighting, the once-pristine gardens now a bloody battlefield.
The palace district was as big as Tver City. So the commotion that happened here wasn't heard in another district.
