These fanatic followers wielded all sorts of crude yet deadly weapons: rusted scimitars still stained with dark brown blood, sharp beast bones polished to a shine, and burning torches cutting perilous arcs through the night.
Even more chilling, many among them wore necklaces made from strings of human finger bones, clattering together with a teeth-grating sound as they ran.
A few of the most fanatic followers let out inhuman howls, rushing directly at the nearest Steam Knight.
Their eyes flashed with madness, completely ignoring the overwhelming disparity in strength between the sides.
A burly man with tattoos covering his face bit open a torch's oil cloth, thrusting the burning flame directly at the Knight's helmet visor; another small woman clung to the Knight's mechanical leg, frantically chiseling at the joint's hydraulic pipe with a bone knife.
Though these crazy actions couldn't inflict real damage on the iron giant, they successfully hampered the Knights' movements.
