"What in the world is going on?!" Knoxx left his tent with a sword in hand and only trousers on.
He saw that the campsite was in complete disarray as strange, dark-cloaked figures stormed the campsite.
Those around the campfire didn't have time to retrieve their weapons and were immediately cut down and klilled.
And just like that, three members of the raid party died. There were only nine remaining.
"No!" Knoxx screamed, and then one person headed in his direction with a dagger in hand.
Clash!
Knoxx blocked the dagger with his sword and then grabbed the assailant by the wrist, twisting it until he dropped the weapon. The person screamed in pain.
At that moment, Knoxx drove his sword through the figure's face, killing him instantly.
