Holding back

The number of casualties kept on increasing, screams were as loud as sirens. The dead banged the doors of the abode yet unharmed. Vilson's unit divided in two group of four each, four soldiers two men and two women walked on the land evacuating the people to safety, while the other four maintained their higher grounds clearing the path for their fellow soldiers.

As if the swarm of the dead wasn't enough, the lesser beasts started appearing out of the dark night and induced further chaos.

[Lesser beasts-> Weaker than an average beast but stronger than a wild bear]

"I'll take care of them," yelled Nord as he took out the huge hammer that was fastened on his back.

He went head-to-head with the swarm of the dead and the lesser beasts, swinging his hammer which propelled the dead in the air while he one shotted the lesser beasts, bashing their brains out creating a small crater on each impact.

Lark and Vilson had withdrawn themselves to rescuing civilians rather than taking offence.

Heath on the other hand was in frenzy slaughtering every corpse in sight, incinerating them to ensure the kill. His eyes blazed as his sword furnished with rage. He pushed back the enormous pack of the dead while his sight was fixed on the necromancer that hid himself behind the fallen soldiers. Heath was enraged at his shortcomings and powerlessness that he felt prior before the anomality.

"I could've prevented this if I were stronger", heath thought to himself as he slashed through known faces. The faces that once looked up to him, the faces that trusted him with their lives as they marched out of the capital.

Memories of the past started to take over heath as tears rolled down his cheeks.

[Vilson using telepathy]

"Snap out of it heath," yelled Vilson as he saw him swinging his sword like a madman grunting, gritting his teeth. But to no avail.

It wasn't the first time that Vilson had witnessed heath going berserk. He knew what was waiting in store.

"Nord!!!", yelled Vilson pointing towards heath.

With a single glance Nord took grasp of the situation and headed towards heath.

Heath's skin started to burn as his eyes flashed with reminiscences of past. He lost account of his own body which had been pushed to its limit, his actions overhauled by his emotions, he swung at everything and anything that crossed his path.

"I need to be stronger," he screamed as the death crew surrounding him burnt to ground. 

His body flamed burning his skin, but he couldn't feel the pain as he was high on adrenaline. In an instant he burned through the crowd and was at the barrier of the dead that enclosed the necromancer. All it took was a swift slash to shatter the corpses and the necromancer was within reach. As he was about to slash the necromancer's head off a dead came from the rear and grabbed on to his sword with whole of its body as if to protect their owner. Before heath could pull back, another dead grabbed him from behind and bit his neck.

"Heath!", yelled lark looking at him.

[Vilson using telepathy. He can also hear what people are saying in their minds through his ability]

"All units secure Heath!" ordered Vilson through telepathy.

Arrows fell beside heath taking out the dead one at a time, but the rotten corpses were far greater in number, and they piled over heath one by one until they completely blocked their view of heath. 

Rika: [The one in charge of Vilsons group when Vilson isn't around] Sir we've lost sight of Sir Heath, he is buried under the corpses. We can't help him from here now.

Vilson: Dammit! Nord where are you. I told you to head towards heath.

"I was, until he stopped me," said Nord.

"Stopped? who?" said Vilson as he gazed around to pinpoint Nord's location.

Vilson: For fuck's sake.

Gasped Vilson clenching his jaw as he saw Nord struggle lifted in air, while the anomality held him from his head.