None of them had expected one of them to die so easily. Sam scanned the entire army with cold eyes.
There were significantly more level 7 in the opposite army than there were in the pack but they were not scared.
Marcus clashed with another level 7 from the Avian race, they exchanged hundreds of blows in a split second.
Each clash sent shockwaves ravaging the land all around them, lower level Fayera were sent flying like ragdolls, every bone in their bodies shattered into fragments.
The dust cleared and Marcus appeared holding the head of a bird, his cold eyes also scanned the army as if searching for his next prey.
Melissa landed in front of the army and growled, her fur stood erect like steel needles.
Then she howled, a piercing howl shook the eardrums of the weaker members of the opposite army.
Her gaze landed on three Fayera and an Espara all at level 7, without a second thought she lunged at them.
