The scene was a blazing chaos, both literally and figuratively. Strax, Monica, Beatrice, and Samira were at the center of a frenzied melee, fighting with relentless fury and cutting through the attackers with a violent efficiency. The flaming swords of Strax and Samira illuminated the darkness of the forest as they cut through the shadows that surrounded them. Fortunately, the forest hadn't caught fire yet as they burned several foes alive...
"Damn it! Does this shit ever end? Are they what? Clones?" Strax shouted, slicing a man in half without remorse. It was now a matter of kill or be killed.
Strax continued to spin and slay, his movements swift and precise as if he danced through the carnage. His enemies tried to encircle him, but the skill he had acquired with the flaming swords turned him into a hurricane of destruction. The blades burned with an intensity that seemed to consume not only the bodies but also the darkness around them.