Beast Tide (11)

While Jayce had been preoccupied with the monstrous Ape, battles were taking place all across the ramparts, each one like a dance of death where one false move could spell their end.

Not too far away from Jayce, Colin continued to valiantly protect the ranged units from the relentless assault of monstrous creatures that had scaled the city walls. He was instrumental in creating space for them to operate efficiently, allowing them to fire continuous salvo's at the approaching beasts.

Being the battle junkie that he was, Colin had never looked happier, weaving in and out of battles with relative ease. The club in his hand had been painted red long ago, coated in the blood of the monsters he had crushed to a pulp and wearing it as a trophy. 

As he sent his bloodied club down, smashing another unfortunate monster into meat paste, a sudden, instinctual shiver of danger shot down his spine. It was as if the very air had whispered a warning in his ear.