149 The Flow of Blood, Pt 4

As the dust cleared and the noise settled, Colviss pulled herself up off the ground. She grit her teeth as she looked all around her and saw many Drogar dead or dying. Or worse. Some were twisted, mangled heaps that were somehow still alive and breathing.

She took a peek from what remained of her cover and looked at all of the shields. Though they looked comical, they were nothing short of devastating.

Unfazed by their losses, the Chosen ran up to fill their ranks. At least to whatever fortifications and standing trees were left. And they foolishly shot at the shields.

Colviss watched as the shields captured all their ammunition, and fired them back with overwhelming results. More Drogar were lost.