But the Ravagers were adapting.
Two phantoms flanked him from opposite sides, attacking in perfect sync. T'zarek tried to dodge, but their claws grazed his shoulder and thigh.
Blood sprayed. He growled, twisted, and slammed his elbow into one's jaw, knocking it off-balance. Before it could recover, he kicked it into the path of the second phantom, and both tumbled to the ground.
A Brute charged him from behind.
T'zarek rolled sideways, dragging a dagger through the Brute's leg as he moved. The beast stumbled—but not enough. Its fist came down like a hammer.
T'zarek raised his arm in time, but the impact still sent him skidding across the cavern floor.
Vek'tal roared as he saw his comrade get hit. He charged through the crowd, shoulder-checking a Ravager so hard its torso twisted in midair. Another leapt onto his back—but he reached up and ripped it off, hurling it into the wall hard enough to leave a crater.
