Charge

RIP! PUCH!

I took the injury before piercing my sword into the chest of the Crowman, which came from above.

A second later, it had disappeared, and I immediately moved to another Grimm. There is not a second to waste; since the call for the last charge, the shit had hit the fan.

Not only on the ground, but also above. 

There are several attacks have come down from above. Killing many people, I had been lucky to survive such a stray attack, but many didn't, with no fault of their own.

It had been an hour since the last charge and more people have died than four hours before then.

All these people are strong, but they are dying every second. It had become less of a battle to conquer the gate than of survival. 

For me, it had become a battle for survival. With both sides using everything, they have to kill the other.