Roselyn was among them, her fists blurring in short, brutal hooks and uppercuts that punched straight through grey torsos, pulling out handfuls of bubbling flesh that she discarded without looking.
A knee drove upward into another's chin, shattering whatever passed for its jaw and sending black ichor spraying in a wide fan.
She grabbed one by the neck with both hands, twisted sharply, and ripped the head free in a wet pop, black fluid gushing from the stump as the body collapsed and began melting immediately.
It was weird to watch, considering she had a smaller body.
She reached one and closed her fists, but then on its chest, then released her fist again.
This created a wide golden shockwave that turned all the Children within 100 meters radius into showers of blood.
The moment her knuckles connected with the central monster's chest, a brilliant golden ring exploded outward from the point of impact; a pure, radiant energy that rolled across the plain like a silent thunderclap.
