Amidst the roars, Dirtclaw's body tensed, his fur bristling. His cold eyes scanned his surroundings, specifically targeting the enemies' necks, limbs, and heads.
Slightly to the rear, in the cavalry regiment's designated combat zone, lay the domain of Thundar and Fergus.
The demonic wolves, Windfoot Freaks, petrifying lizards, and Hellhound Knights that broke through the first line of defense were all their enemies.
With the help of his dark fiend mount, Thundar fought with relative ease.
At least, when faced with physical bites and tears, the dark fiend beneath him showed no fear, often managing to counter-kill its assailants.
However, when demonic wolves, cloaked in Fire and howling as they activated ghostly stride, charged into his combat range, Thundar found himself embroiled in a bitter struggle.
