152 Final Push

The Knights, with their energy reinvigorated, threw themselves with more of a crazed frenzy than the Creatures which they fought. Gunfire was absent, as the gunmen had run out of ammo. They drew their swords and joined the last stand. Even the apprentices were running out of steam. Their bodies were covered in their own sweat and thick layers of the Creature's black blood.

Doevm stepped out of the dragon's open chest wound with his spear, covered in guts and blood, pointed at his three approaching opponents. His knuckles were turning white from tightening his grip so much. 'Embrace the rage but do not be enslaved to it,' he thought.