243 Dying as a Blaze of Glory

"You launched him too far Etan!" Balin shouted in admonishment towards one of the squad captains. Anyone working for royalty was the cream of the crop but some individuals would always fall through the cracks. Etan's battle sense was clearly lacking.

'Damn it!' Balin complained inwardly. If one good thing did come of it however was that the launch had alerted him of a new threat.

The skeletons in the report. Devil skulls as some had now nicknamed them. Why? Well, for those at or below the B-rank, their appearance would remain ingrained in their heads.

The dark figures with teeth as sharp as nails. Their hollow sockets containing unconcealed deep seethed hatred. Their battered body that depicted their broken nature and suggested great history. They were devils. For at no point did they show anything but killing intent and animosity.

"These are its death throes! We almost have it!" Balin yelled suddenly before starting to run towards the enemies.