The Tritons formed neat ranks on the bank, fending off the charging Kuo-toa with their tridents, while the Tritons on the inside, armed with heavy crossbows, reaped life after life with their crossbow arrows.
Being a good-aligned, yet warlike, race, their combat prowess was far superior to that of the Kuo-toa.
Ale and the other Casters were positioned closest to the rock wall, where practically no Kuo-toa had a chance to harm them.
With that, there was nothing left to worry about. Colin focused on what was in front of him, thrusting his sword through a Kuo-toa's throat.
Kase swung his axe, sending the Fishman and several of its companions behind it flying.
In the moment it took the Half-Orc to recover his axe, Colin swung his sword again, cutting down several Kuo-toa that tried to rush forward. Viscous blood splattered against his Armor, and the hilt of his sword began to grow slick.
Just then, a flash of Magic Radiance appeared.
