The arrows descended like a cloud of death, piercing the demons into a state of frantic pain.
The demons screeched and fell to the ground as their limbs were either cut off by the sheer force of the arrows or by a collision with another demon.
It became alter chaos, and Cylon had to maneuver himself past them as he attempted to increase his pace, but to his utmost dismay. He couldn't.
'Shit! I'm running out of MP' he thought with a frown on his face as his speed began to decrease. He was unable to keep up with the Carriages, and the fallen demons had begun to turn to him in a fit of rage.
Their snouts would cut open, revealing rows of canine teeth and a lengthy tongue. The sight alone sent a shiver of fear to those who laid their eyes on them, but at the moment, he couldn't help but ignore it.
