The air was filled with the sound of steel clashing against steel and the screams of warriors living and dying as Ren and Thorn carved their way through the chaos of the barbarian raid.
This particular raid was bigger than previous ones and it showed. Everywhere, there were people fighting people, the devastation enough to make the ground slippery with blood, and the scent of iron thick in the night wind.
Ren moved like a phantom, flickering in and out of existence, his sword slicing through his enemies the moment he reappeared.
This was the power of his second blood bound object. His empowered boots allowed him to phase through attacks, making sure it was hard for anyone to hit him.
Beside him, Thorn fought like a brutal warlord, his own empowered cloak shifting and twisting on its own, absorbing blows that would have otherwise ended him.