Focus

Outside the main battle a series of skirmishes rage on, and this battle is not going so smoothly. This rag tag group of warriors need to hold so that the main battle can succeed, the math is cold but it makes sense.. and none of them hesitate. Protector has given up aerial assault and has gone to ground, taking one multiple beasts at once. Despite his legendary combat prowess he is being over powered. Step by step, blow by blow and claw by claw he is falling. A savage bite rips open the side of his throat and he is flanked in the confusion, his leg snapping at a strange angle. More and more beast mob him and his roars of anger soon become screams of pain… which are slowly being choked out by the feeding frenzy.

If only the beasts hadn’t been so focused on their meal, they might have seen the armoured demon running along the wall and leaping to the source of the sounds. If they hadn’t been caught in their bloodlust they would have seen the demon plant his feet. If they hadn’t been drunk on life blood they would have seen the light… before it was too late.

Apocalyptic slivery white radiance erupts from the hand of the demon, as wide as an oak tree. The brilliance briefly battling back the bleak blasted wasteland. It collides head on with the feeding frenzy and turns them to atoms. Protector tries to shield himself from the primal force of destruction, he knows that claxon all to well. He need not have worried as when the light clears he is left lying in a settling nimbus of ashes.. hearing only the modulated voice of Dirge.

“You should get to the healers, I will create a distraction”

From the demon several glowing avatars erupt, like a legion of fallen angels who have been shown heaven at the finish line. Each of the astral warriors charges into one of the beasts and on contact rends away skin and bone. Protector nods and very shakily gets to his feet and breaks from the healing zone.