As Merlin's battle rumbled outside, the countless knights of the city surged forth, a sea of guardsmen all pointing their spears forward, followed by the flashing fireballs of the bombardment mage battalions.
The city behind them held their families and loved ones, each guard and wizard charged forth with both rage and fear boiling in their hearts. The city is within the death zone of the dungeon, this would either end up with everyone they love dead or with a victory for humanity that would never be matched ever again.
One of the guards jumped forth, thrusting his steel speak at a massive ape demon. "DIE! FIEND!"
The demon quickly turned around and caught his spear and lifted him up, gigging. "Toothpick…" He growled in demonic as he clenched a fist, ready to punch the poor guard out.
