The team pounced on the stunned beasts, hitting them all once.
All kinds of weapons tearing into the paralyzed targets. Kayn's blades tore through one of their thick necks, and Vela's hammer dented another's skull with a swing of her hammer.
Elsa's arrows found two more, and Marek's shortsword drove deep. In the span the stun held, they heavily injured two of the five and killed three outright.
They would have taken all five, but the rest of the horde surged in to intervene, other beasts crashing into the team's flank and forcing them to peel off before they could secure the last two kills. The two injured survivors staggered back into the mass, heavily wounded but alive.
Moon was already moving, his sword crackling, closing on the two that had escaped before they could recover.
*****
The battlefield became Moon's stage and he was the spotlight.
He fought like a war machine, his sword the center of everything. Lightning threaded through his blade and burst from his palm.
