Claws, tentacles, flesh, steel, magic, and blades clashed in a storm as the battlefield became a literal meat grinder. A whirlwind of death commenced while the winds howled and the sands danced. It was a scene that could only be found in a nightmare. It was something that only occurred in a crazed, darkened and chaotic world where deformed monsters tore at each other. Both attackers and defenders were monstrosities, and there was no semblance of battlefield tactics, order, or formations. The combatants' only goal was the total annihilation of their foe, and they reaped a bloody toll from each side in the most primitive, most brutal way. An increasing number of twisted and corrupted monsters were torn to pieces as the battle descended into carnage. Even the howling winds gave way to the primeval roars and the din of combat.
The knights from Fidelinopolis had to circle the battlefield before they successfully intervened in the battle.
