Boots clanked against the ground almost in perfect synchronisation, some squelching as they stepped in the blood pools left by freshly melted Hemogoblin corpses while others had to step over those yet to melt.
Step by step, inch by inch, the shield wall gradually moved forward, pushing their enemy back as they moved as if they had one brain. Simply because, for the most part, they did. There was no way that they would have been able to train so many people to work as a cohesive, flawless unit in such little times.
That would take months of training and multiple experiences to form true bonds between their fighters, something Seth was only starting to truly form with his own smaller hunting party never mind the mass of untrained warriors he was currently leading.
