Fuck! I knew something wrong would happen.
"Alice, you crazy bitch! Stop pulling more of them toward us!" I yelled, swinging Tempest in a wide, flat arc.
The blunt side of my blade slammed hard into a charging dwarf candidate's chest.
The impact jarred my shoulders, but the force sent him flying backward into a crumbling stone archway. He slumped into the dirt, his eyes flickering with that sick purple glow before he went completely unconscious.
"Oh, come on, boss! I'm just giving you more exercise!" Alice shouted back. She laughed wildly, her great sword flashing as she blinked through the fog, appearing behind a group of three turned candidates and cleanly sweeping their legs out from under them.
We were sprinting through the outer ring of the eastern ruins, and everything was a chaotic, loud mess. Sweat was dripping down my neck, and my chest was heaving.
