Taking another swing, she knocked the head off one of the things, sending the body flying.
"Okay,it may not be my sword, but it works"
She acknowledged, swinging again and again, knocking them down one by one.
She looked deeper into the site and could see momentary flashes of purple. Raven, hopefully she was fine, though she had to worry about herself right now.
Looking around at the things that were still surrounding her, she grit her teeth. It was times like these she wished she had a pure combat based ability instead of the utility based one she had
What sort of beasts even were these? Shapeshifters?
She breifly entertained the horrific thought of these people being controlled by a psionic dungeon but for that to be the case they'd have to be somewhere in the dungeon's domain ,if that was so, nothing was stopping it from controlling her too. So if it wasn't a dungeon, then what in the world well these things.
