The chilling wind combined with the relentless rain had reduced visibility to mere feet. Yet, in the eerie luminescence of intermittent lightning, Lando could see the ghastly forms of the Raglers closing in. Taking a deep breath to center himself, he tightly gripped his blood-soaked sword.
A Ragler lunged from the left, its twisted face contorted in a grotesque snarl. With a swift upward swipe, Lando split it in two, not pausing to watch it crumple. He spun around to face another charging Ragler, ducking just in time to avoid its gnashing teeth. Springing up, he drove his sword through its midsection, pulling it out with a wet squelch.
