The Ethisians closest to the Blood Bishop charged at him, their hands itching to avenge all of their fallen comrades. At that moment, the Blood Bishop was surrounded them all in a circle with no way through. Not choosing to fight them head-on just yet, the Mutant decided to kill them one at a time until the numbers dwindled to the strongest of them all. The fight progressed, some of the Ethisians grabbed anything they could and lunged at the Blood Bishop, blocking its peripheral vision, while others appeared from the back.
*BAM*
"It landed?" one Elite sneaked from the back and used its powerful legs to kick the Mutant from where it stood. Its body was tossed like a rag doll rolling quickly. The others followed suit, moving in unison almost as if they had practiced for something like that.
