Von was decapitating werewolves one after another. He was covered in black liquid that he assumed was blood, he had no idea how Isla got them in a trance but he wouldn't question it. He trudged forwards, carving a path and leaving dead bodies as he did.
Luka on the other side was on a rampage, without them even moving, it was easy to punch holes through their hearts. He'd at times punch a hole and squeeze their hearts, he liked feeling them exploded on his palm. His berserker mode, made him love blood more than be liked to admit.
Of course the two archers weren't standing by idly. Several arrows rained on the werewolf army, injuring and killing some. The two priests were hard at work, healing all 4 of their guild mates, ensuring that they didn't waste potions on foot soldiers. Saanvi was a bit jealous, she wanted more than anything to attack but without a scepter it wasn't possible.
