Their numbers might have overwhelmed others, but Grey was no stranger to fighting a horde.
Most of the beasts were only rank 1, with a few at rank 2, so each strike from Grey was enough to bring one down, making the fight almost routine.
Suddenly, Alph launched a surprise attack from behind the beasts, using them as cover.
He swung wildly, his strikes backed by a flurry of lightning bolts.
But Grey, sensing him from a mile away, evaded each blow with smooth, practiced movements, slipping between the beasts like a shadow.
In a flash, he tore through the remaining creatures and zeroed in on the lightning user.
Alph struck out again, this time hurling lightning bolts with everything he had.
Grey sidestepped the strikes and, with a cold, focused expression, reached out and caught one of the bolts, letting the energy flow into him.
