Without waiting for the monster to attack, Atrox sent a beam of sword arc at him, but the man seemed fused with darkness as he disappeared from his place. The bright red fire scorched the ground with a crack.
He turned, already expecting the mumbling man to be behind him, and he wasn't disappointed. The mumbling monster was there, tearing something free from the ground in front of him that had turned into black liquid.
Two undead monsters tore through the ground, their bodies made up of stitching, as if different people had been butchered and then joined together again.
One of them raised a hand longer than it should be, and the air around it surged. Water condensed into pillar waves around it, blasting toward Atrox in a rush.