Archer's roar echoed through the battlefield, he was a force of nature, an embodiment of wrath that swept aside all who dared to stand against him.
Following his claw strike, as he leaped back he took a deep breath and exhaled a flood of flames towards a group of approaching dragon slayers.
When the fire hit the humans they burned to dust while screaming, he watched as their ashes floated off in the breeze.
As the dust settled and the final echoes of battle faded, Archer stood amidst the fallen, his chest heaving and his body covered in the blood of his enemies.
Only a dozen or so knights still stood, every dragon slayer was dead. Their bodies were ripped apart or burning.
He turned toward the church knights with an evil smile. Corwin saw this and was about to order a retreat before someone appeared in front of him.
The church knight quickly blocked Thorin's sword strike which sent him sliding backward, and the two older men started fighting.
