Twelve mages turned into a mess of defeated limbs and bodies in that fleeting moment. As the blood rained down, the nauseating scent of gore overwhelmed the knights, who were yet to react, their eyes wide with fury.
"It's the Cordillera Wasteland Thunder Peng! Curse those barbarians!" Trajan and Kent realized almost simultaneously, roaring as they leapt up, trying to intercept the Thunder Peng. But the lightning-fast creature had already streaked past, and all they could do was watch helplessly as six dark shadows disappeared into the distant sky.
The Thunder Peng's squad was quite pleased with the slaughter of the twelve mages. Although they couldn't completely eliminate the threat of the opposing mages, they had already inflicted severe damage on the mage force of the United Army.