Had it been an hour already?... Natasha couldn't tell as she watched from a hidden spot within the wall as the undead poured into Parafall like a tide, washing over everything, and causing destruction in their wake.
Leslie sat beside her, his breathing heavy and his body covered in sweat.
He struggled to regain himself but it proved to be an uphill task which was understandable considering he had pushed himself beyond his limit.
Perhaps due to his unwillingness to back down, he felt that it might be possible for him to challenge the 5th Advancement of the Warriors Wheel.
Of course, that was if he could survive what was to come.
Space in the city was growing thin as the undead charged forth like mad dogs, incited by the encompassing will of the Headless Horseman leading them.
Speaking of, the flaming bastard still hadn't gotten close to the walls, merely using the overwhelming numbers at his disposal to rampage through Parafall's streets.
