Gerrad endured the onslaught of blows, his shield deforming further with each blow. Yet despite this, he remained stalwart and focused. His eyes remained on a single point like a hawk. Locked onto a small glowing crystal which poked from above its right pectoral.
"Raise your spears! Aim for that disgustingly purple crystal!"
The knights behind him, exhausted yet determined, slammed their shields in a line, reinforcing the shield wall.
The second line of knights dropped their shields and held their spears in both hands, holding their tips just above the shoulder of the knight blocking in front of them.
"Remember your training on how to protect your brothers and slay large enemies!"
The massive abomination stood before them and shrieked from the successive attacks.
It's stringy spit spraying through the air.
The knights roared in unison.
"URAH!"
The sound echoed through the shattered remains of Amol like thunder.
Gerard's eyes never left the crystal.
