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The blanketed forest was now the battleground of this group of powerful foes. Where once it was peaceful, now echoing crashes of savage contacts ring out. The ravens overhead watch on as Armata’s group, clash with Marcus’.

Corbin continues his barrage of sword swings against Armata, not letting up his ferocity. Any downgrade in his assault and the Anathema would counter hard. With Armata’s reputation in mind, Corbin will not risk It.

Barghest continues dogging Acheron and Alburn. The two hunters work together to slow down the ancient Hellbeast as best they can. While Acheron leads Barghest into clashes, Alburn pelts the beast with rounds from his rifle. Shot after shot Alburn takes. Pulling back the bolt of his rifle, ejecting the casing. It has little effect, shy of irritating Barghest.

Tirush’s savage rampage on Gethin’s arm is effective. The emotionless Higher Vampire is unable to hold the blade with his right hand any longer. His arm is shredded and broken, no longer able to be used. Gethin bursts to mist and reforms away from Tirush. He looks down at the sorry excuse that used to be his arm. Despite all of this, his face never changes. His expression is consistently lifeless and devoid of any natural reaction to his situation.

Raising his left hand, the sword dropped trembles in the ground. It shifts twice in the dirt before returning to his hand. Holding up the blade, Gethin’s stance alerts Tirush right away that he is capable of wielding his blade with his left hand. No doubt the Higher Vampire’s plan is to hold back Tirush long enough for his arm to regenerate.

Gethin charges in with his blade at the ready. Once he has cleared a certain distance, he bursts into smoke, that surrounds Tirush on all sides. The ring of red smoke churns around Tirush, until Gethin emerges from it on her right flank. His blade swings for Tirush’ Right arm, in an attempt to pay her back in kind. Unfortunately for Gethin, Tirush has become quite experienced in combating Higher Vampires. She side steps the blade, and delivers to Gethin’s lifeless face a punch he won’t ever forget.

The emotionless scourge sails from Tirush and barrels through a tree. The twisted tree creaks and groans before toppling on Gethin. Tirush was now free to do as she saw fit. Gethin beneath the downed tree offered her the opportunity to help some of the others, or further pursue her target while he was down.

Meanwhile Marcus collides into Jorge’s shield. The old Knight is pushed back several feet as the Wardog crashes into him. Marcus looks directly into the black slits of Jorge’s helm, his irises glow with the familiar gleam of the past. The same haunting glow that arose whenever Marcus’ savagery and power were guiding him. His teeth are bare, revealing his dog like teeth.

Jorge struggles valiantly against his former comrade, though he can feel it bit by bit as Marcus slowly increases the pressure he is putting on. His legendary strength gradually showing itself as Jorge finds himself losing ground. Marcus’ eyes shift up to see the incoming rain of lightening from Prad. With a smirk of ill will, Marcus reaches over the shield and grips Jorge’s collar. His plan, to take Prad’s attack in full, with Jorge.