David looked over the battlefield, his heart heavy as he took in the fallen bodies of his comrades.
The clearing was littered with the remains of his Roaring Beast team, each a testament to their courage and the price they'd paid to get this far.
One by one, they had been cut down, but not without leaving their mark; they had whittled Iron Fang's numbers down to three and Nightshade's to four.
Still, what should have felt like a small victory weighed on David as a bitter defeat. This was the end of the line for Roaring Beast.
The first to fall was Becky, their nimble scout. She had always been the first to charge, darting between foes like a flicker of lightning, her daggers flashing as she struck and disappeared into the fray.