-Swoof.
A sword dug into the scorching, dry ground and became buried in it. There was blood smeared all over it, and even some blood could be seen hardening.
Henry dropped down for a breather, his hands on his sword pressed to the ground. But before he could even gather his breath, a shadow dashed towards him from behind.
"Shit."
-Thrust -Thrust.
He immediately rose up, ready to deflect the attack, but he was halted when he noticed two white lines across the monster's torso before its heads slid off perfectly.
"Don't take a break now," Moritz advised.
Even he was exhausted.
His knees and joints were in excruciating torment, and they begged him to relax. Plus, the heat made it twice as difficult, and they were thirsty as hell. His throat was parched.
But, given the circumstances, he couldn't.
"There are only a few remaining! Let's get rid of these cretins!" He yelled.
"Okay!"
A long blade swung, slaying three beasts in a single strike.
"Gah!!!"