As the chaos of battle raged on, George's mind was racing. The undead army was relentless, and despite the heroic efforts of the soldiers and his group, the line was slowly beginning to buckle. The Necromancers' dark magic was too powerful, and the waves of skeletons and zombies were overwhelming their defenses. If something didn't change soon, they would be completely overrun.
General Conners, standing nearby, was shouting into his radio. "Pull back to the second line of defense! We can't hold this position forever, pull back, damn it!"
George turned to his girls. "We need to hold this line just a little longer while the others retreat. Let's give them the time they need!"
Raven nodded, already moving with her katana raised. "You heard him! Let's carve a path."
