Kael laughed wildly as he slashed through the undead, his sword moved like blur leaving silver light. Blood and rotting flesh splattered across the battlefield, but the numbers kept growing. His knights were getting overwhelmed, their formation breaking as more undead poured in.
A knight screamed as a clawed hand ripped into his shoulder. Another fell, his leg snapped at an unnatural angle. Blood stained the ground, and for a moment, Kael clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"Knights, don't fight alone!" he roared. "Form teams of three! Rotate in three directions, cover each other's backs! Stop fighting like idiots and letting these damn corpses sneak up on you!"
The knights froze for a second, then glanced at their captain.
"What are you looking at, shitheads?! Follow the Lord's orders!" Chandler bellowed.
