Eradarin and Iroshade charged to the front to meet the black hounds. And Eradarin quickly sprang into action.
Eradarin's magic transformed the marketplace's cobblestones into razor-sharp projectiles. Each stone became a missile of surgical precision, impaling riders and mounts alike.
The black hounds were a large mass of furred beasts, and riding them atop were trained battle wizards. Part of the legion was directly commanded by Angus himself, and now they were his, acting as his personal army, not for the empire.
Eradarin's magic hadn't done much harm to them as they kept on moving forward.
The streets were now in complete turmoil.
The witches have successfully evacuated the city swiftly.
Ironshade was a hurricane of steel.
His greatsword moved faster than the eye could track, each swing cleaving through magical constructs and physical flesh with equal brutality.
