By the time his body dropped three more had taken his place.
She couldn't cut them. The blacksteel ate her edge and the dwarves inside it were built like siege towers, their Vitality so high that a slash that should have opened a throat left a scratch. She was faster than every one of them and it didn't matter, because speed without penetration was just dancing, and the dwarves didn't need to be fast when they could walk forward and let the numbers do the rest.
Lyra took a shield across the body that broke her [Bastion Stance] and sent her flying. Kaelira's latest barrier sputtered and a hammer caved her breastplate inward. Both went down. Both got back up.
"Both of you, go through the portal," Ayame ordered.
