As the Frantian soldiers advanced, their powers combined to form a terrifyingly effective attack. Erik's group went on the defensive, with each member fighting against one of the attackers, but Erik provided support. Their tranquil journey through the winter landscape had been shattered, and the harsh reality of battle had replaced the serenity.
Marcus and the woman with the sword circled each other on the snow-covered field, their weapons gleaming in the weak winter sun. Marcus gripped his massive axe tightly.
The brown-haired swordsman, Lieutenant Emily, based on what her nameplate said, gripped her longsword. Both of them assessed each other, their weapons drawn and their bodies tense with anticipation.