Ansel lunged forward, his bespoke blade slicing through the damp air. He hit the creature's metallic skin. After so long, they naturally already determined the weak spots of the creature, one of which was an orifice located at its neck.
He really liked the sound of metal to meat the slashes there made, in contrast to the clashing sound of screeching metal that annoyed the hell out of him.
Amos and the other spearmen jabbed at another approaching creatures, keeping some at bay to be more manageable.
Ansel deftly blocked the countered the disgusting critter's attack, sparks flying as its shiny skin hit his weapon.
They spun their weapons in wide arcs to guard the injured ones and Kimura.
Soon, more and more monsters fell and a lot of them were left with one-on-one fights.
Amos thrust his weapon into the bog's mire. Using it as leverage to get above a monster, he landed on one head and raised his spear to stab another with great precision.
