The fighters were exhausted, but determined to defeat the creature that had sorely tested them. The injuries were numerous, but their courage and determination did not weaken. Dahlia, Nemedor, and Sokar knew it was now or never, and they drew on their last reserves of strength to win this epic battle.
Sokar, stationed in the background, fired arrow after arrow, aiming at the creature's vulnerable points with formidable precision. Despite the sweat beading on his forehead, his concentration did not waver. Nemedor, in the front line, displayed all his dexterity with his spear and shield. He parries the creature's ferocious blows, fighting back with strength heightened by rage and the need to protect his friends. His shield cracked under the impact of a particularly violent blow, but Nemedor did not flinch an inch, redoubling his efforts to keep the creature at bay.
