A sword's bright light split the rainy night, lifting a skeleton with half a shattered torso from the ground, twirling it into the air before it plummeted into the mud.
The Lion People, tall in stature, swept their double-headed swords left and right, carving a trail of silverlight through the skeletons, causing them to collapse in heaps.
In the darkness, several bone spears flew, but before they could get close, a golden shield of light flared up around Reed, its delicate mesh pattern deflecting the spears. The Paladin looked around and saw only a curtain of rain, with countless undead creatures staggering towards them.
He stood firm, raising his double-headed sword above his head and loudly praising the name of the valiant Lady Marlan, then plunged it into the ground.
