CLANG!!!
Roen used the dagger in his hand to deflect the tens of blackish hands that threatened to grab Bradyn.
"Urgh!"
But before he could even balance himself, a hand punched his guts, sending him crashing against Bradyn.
Their bodies flew back before Roen balanced himself, landing on the ground.
"Hehehe."
Shyamal giggled as she played with her scythe.
Her smile looked inhuman, distorting her beautiful face.
"She is strong."
Roen commented, glancing at Bradyn, who glared at her.
"I can see that," he replied, steadying himself. "Do you need help?"
"No, she may be strong," Roen replied, walking towards her, "but not strong enough."
He took out another dagger as he rushed towards her.
As soon as he reached close, Shyamal swung her scythe horizontally in a wide arc.
Roen scoffed at her stupidity as he ducked before digging his feet deeper.
