"Hold on!" I barked to Tessa, gripping Oathstorm tightly with both hands.
And met the charge head-on.
The frantic rush of the four robed figures looked like they were moving underwater. I sidestepped the first dagger entirely, bringing Oathstorm up in a tight, brutal arc.
The dark lightning hissed, violently severing his weapon arm before I drove my boot into his chest, sending him crashing into his comrade.
To my right, Scarlet was a blur of lethal motion. She ducked under a clumsy dagger thrust, grabbed the cultist by the robes, and drove her knee squarely into his chest with a sickening crunch of bone.
Then drove her obsidian claws directly through his throat.
I spun, parrying a desperate overhead strike, letting the momentum carry his blade into the dirt, then brought Oathstorm down in a guillotine chop, the black electricity completely frying his nervous system on contact.
