149 A Girl

The Resistance ripped through the knights like a storm. Thunderous gunshots were deadlier than any lighting strike. Giant hunks of flesh and sharp fangs rained down. The hammer-wielder squashed three knights and cracked the floor. The rogue's daggers continuously moved from one vital point to the next almost as if in a practiced dance. The archer fired off arrow after arrow. No matter how much the knights and apprentices pushed, they didn't seem to be getting any closer to the mages at the back. The knights' formations were collapsing. Several squadrons began to retreat, forgetting that they could not run from the battle.