Seeing Breydan's condition, they knew the skeleton was not one to trifle with.
With that in mind, the warriors who were not engaging the shadow wolves charged at him.
Ossa was immediately overwhelmed, bone-shattering pain assaulting his mind as the holy energy-infused attacks hit him. Yet he gritted his teeth, fighting back as much as he could.
The strength and teamwork of the warriors were impeccable, far greater than when he first fought Breydan's men, the current group barely using any skills.
Archers stood at the back, bombarding him with holy-enchanted arrows, while the close combat warriors continued to push him back.
Crack! Crack! His bones would break, then heal, then break again, each cycle carrying an unbearable pain, yet he beared with it, his flickering eye hazy frok teh excruciating pain.
Finding himself seemingly cornered, he sent a telepathic message: "Now, Galen!" he instructed the alpha.
