Kai, known as the tactician, moved with a controlled ferocity. His sword, a utilitarian broadsword radiating a faint blue from his CPW crystal, was an extension of his will.
He parried a swipe from a razor-clawed wolf with a practiced ease, the clang echoing through the din of battle. In the same fluid motion, he brought the sword down in a vicious arc, cleaving the wolf's skull in two.
A crimson spray erupted, momentarily painting the air red. He didn't waste a single beat, already pivoting to face a pair of slavering hyenas snapping at his heels.
Case, the Vanguard's unorthodox weapon master, cackled with a manic glee that sent shivers down the spines of even the beasts.
His gauntlets weren't for brute force, but for channeling chaos energy into devastating forms. With a flick of his wrist, a crackling rod of pure grey energy lanced out from his gauntlet, skewering a leaping lynx mid-air.
