Elian led the human militia straight into the fray. His hyper-dense muscles bulged under his ash-stained tunic as he swung his Star-Iron reinforced Crater-Maker Plow in a wide, horizontal arc.
The agricultural tool snapped the legs of the armored centaurs and shattered their enchanted shields into fragments. The humans fought with terrifying alchemical endurance, bashing fallen knights against the stones and stripping their gear mid-combat.
Gorak threw himself into the center of the Blood-Mage's berserker infantry. His overlapping bone-plated exoskeleton absorbed the kinetic force of their enchanted maces without taking a scratch.
"ALL HAIL THE SPRIAL!!!"
The Troglodyte Warlord unhinged his jaw, revealing double rows of serrated teeth, and bit clean through a paladin's steel gorget. He spun around, using his Star-Iron gauntlet to punch a hole straight through a Frost Giant's frozen sternum, ripping out a chunk of enchanted ice.
