A Proper Backstab

Sunny knew that what stood between him and victory was Beastmaster. 

She alone was the cause of most of his hardship in this calamitous battle. The enchantress was neither as ferocious as Lonesome Howl nor as perilous as Silent Stalker — in fact, in comparison, she was not much of a warrior. She was still a Saint, of course, and thus a deadly fighter. But one that was weaker than the rest of them in combat.

And yet, her power was the most terrifying. 

Even Sunny was far from his usual self, despite his formidable mental fortitude. He was slower and weaker, barely managing to contend with the furious onslaught of attacks by the seven… five Saints, now. 

All across the battlefield, devastating forces were being unleashed, and Transcendent blood was being spilled. Most of these warriors — the strength and pride of humanity — were faring worse than Sunny. 

But he wasn't doing so well, either.