The battlefield was chaos—shouts and screams mingled with the clash of steel and the roar of beasts and the undead forces. Though subtle, Lance began to notice something was off just as soon as the beasts rushed into the battlefield, further complicating things and making the situation even more difficult.
'Something's not right here… they've become less coordinated, more like, actual zombies.' He thought to himself as he studied the battlefield laid out before him. He had been holding off, observing, but it would seem like the enemy had abandoned the battle… something that didn't make much sense.
"Our casualties are only increasing," Lance murmured as he unsheathed his sword and prepared to join the fray. There was no need to stay back anymore, it was useless. He too was amongst the best fighters in the tribe, so instead of watching from afar, he had decided it was he also joined the fight physically.