"Match my rhythm, Master!" Astensia's voice rang out, clear and commanding over the chorus of forty snarling Mountain Wolves. "Do not overextend! Let them crash against our defense like water against a cliff!"
Lancet wished she didn't have to be so poetic, but he was ready regardless. He planted his feet, gripping the hilt of his greatsword. "Got it!"
The swarm descended like a grey avalanche. But with Astensia by his side, Lancet was feeling very courageous.
A wolf lunged for his left flank. Before he could even turn his blade to parry, Astensia's golden greatsword flashed past his shoulder, cleanly severing the beast's head.
"Step in, Master!" she cried.
Lancet quickly stepped into the opening she had just created, driving his heavy blade forward to impale a second wolf mid-leap. He twisted the hilt, kicking the beast off his sword, and immediately pivoted.
"Wonderfully done, Master!" Astensia stepped back precisely as he stepped forward, their shoulders brushing.
