War With The Cult (Part 8)

Clay jumped from the wall where he and Captain Skutter had been standing. His body soared through the air for several seconds before finally falling.

He landed in the middle of a street, cracking the ground as his legs made contact with the stone paving. 

Sounds of combat made their way into his ears from every direction, making it tough to decide where he should head first.

With no clear way of discerning where he was needed the most, Clay simply dashed towards the nearest sounds and found himself wit essing mayhem.

The street he had just entered was filled with combat. Abilities were being used from every direction, some hitting their targets while others destroyed parts of buildings.

Regular soldiers were engaging cultists in swordplay all throughout the chaos. The sounds of their steel clashing was able to overpower out the cries of pain, anger and effort that filled their ears.