Hank of House Crimsonscales surged forward first. His fellow warriors followed immediately, their massive wrestler like frames charging beside him. In a heartbeat they locked shoulder to shoulder, bodies pressed tight until no gaps remained.
They became a wall of flesh and iron.
"CRIMSONSCALES!"
Hank roared. Killian and Cassandra froze for a moment, their eyes widening as they saw the living wall take shape.
"This… this is our chance!"
Killian shouted, grinning wildly as he sprinted toward the massive formation.
Cassandra let out a feral laugh, spinning her morningstar in her hands.
"Hey, wolf! I won't let you hide behind them—me too!"
She barreled forward, slipping behind the formation to peek at Draculeus. Just in time, the shockwave slammed into the Crimsonscales like a falling mountain. Armor groaned. Greaves scraped against the stone. Every warrior gritted their teeth as the storm tried to tear them apart.
