Ares continued to force himself into the fight, slashing and swiping his blade against the oxfolk. He cut down a couple, but the oxfolk seemed to rush in towards him. They seemed rather excited about wanting to charge Ares, as most of then funnelled their way towards him.
Yet when they approached it wasn't just Ares they had to deal with. Xan remained ahead of Ares and was, for the lack of a better word, zapping each oxfolk as they appeared. The flash of blue and white lightning that poured out from his finger tips melted any and all oxfolk that appeared before him until they formed a pool of death underneath.
'God damn.' Ares couldn't help but think of the lightning when it had struck him when they had first met. He certainly didn't envy the oxfolk that had walked into the path of death that was Xan.
"Don't falter! Kill the shadow!" an oxfolk exclaimed.
"The shadow! The shadow!" another roared out as they marched forward, trying to get close to Ares.
