Faust wasn't unarmed. His axe found purchase in the skull of the first Teleste that got near him. Strangely cold blood splattered onto his face. But the generated puppet didn't stop. Its fist rammed his sternum.
Faust heard cracking, popping sounds. He doubled over and backed up.
They're strong!
Not only did their blows break his bones, but his attacks did nothing. He sidestepped a punch, caught the wrist and struck a liver shit vicious enough to kill a person. But the puppet's elbow twisted till it threw Faust over its shoulder.
He hit the ground and rolled to his feet. But Drege shoulder-checked him so hard, he bounced off the ground and slammed into the terrace walls. The stone and his shoulder cracked loudly.
They came down on him with a fury. Each blow so hard he felt death creeping up on him slowly. Blood trickled down his skull. His ears were ringing so loud he could hear anything.
