An eerie whistling wind blew, causing the priest's robes to flutter gracefully. The clouds parted, making way for the moonlight to illuminate the battlefield while the captives and gore hounds crawled away—even they could sense something was about to happen.
Father Corbin snapped his fingers, and firecrackers exploded around him, and from there, a serrated long sword fell into his hands. In his hands, the long sword trembled unnaturally, as if to warn its master of the danger.
"I'll leave the dogs and civilians to be you all. This beauty here is mine." Corbin chuckled as he took heavy strides forward before breaking into a full sprint.
Thud!
The ground beneath his feet sank as Corbin shot forward like a bullet and hacked down with his howlbrand.
Peng!
