The knights stood in a tight formation, shields raised, swords gleaming under the firelit sky. The monsters crashed against them, but the knights held firm, their training evident in every precise strike. A knight swung his sword, slicing through a goblin's neck, while another bashed a troll's knee with his shield before driving a spear through its chest. The air was thick with the scent of blood and burning flesh.
The mercenaries fought with less discipline but brutal efficiency. A burly man wielding dual axes hacked through a beast's limbs, dodging a swipe from a massive ogre before plunging a dagger into its throat. Another mercenary, armed with a spear, twirled it skillfully, piercing an ice wolf's eye before twisting and impaling another oncoming beast. Their shouts mixed with the roars of dying monsters as they pushed forward, fighting for coin and survival.
