BANG!
Roland's expression remained calm as he steadily blocked the attack from the small Magical Guide Structure.
With a mere flick of his wrist, he brought his sword upward in a smooth arc.
CRACK!
With a crisp sound, the blade sliced through the metal skull of the enemy before him as if it were a hot knife through butter, shearing off most of it.
The red light in its deep eye sockets extinguished instantly, and its once-nimble body collapsed into a pile of scrap metal in the blink of an eye.
'They're fast and quite strong. They don't tire, nor do they fear injury, but...'
Roland's gaze swept over a shimmering, short spear-like metal device on the ground nearby, and most of his worries vanished.
'Aside from this one rather clever hidden weapon, their methods of attack are utterly unremarkable.'
'Putting aside their numbers, in terms of threat level, they're not even on par with the Chaos Demons from the Outer Planes.'
