Ragna had climbed onto the back of a wolf and swung her axe in every direction as she took on multiple goblins at once.
The barbarian girl was unstoppable. She was boiling with her explosive berserk fury. It had turned her into a whirlwind of destruction.
Poor goblins screamed as her weapon smashed through armor and flesh alike, as her movements were being fueled by pure rage.
The wolf beneath her tried to buck her off. But it had made a grave mistake trying for insubordination.
The fierce lady drove her axe into its neck, silencing it instantly.
Arin moved toward the castle wall, his skeleton archers holding their ground but struggling against the relentless wave of goblins.
Arrows flew in every direction, some finding their marks while others bounced harmlessly off shields.
Dead Eye skeletons fired glowing arrows that exploded on impact, taking out clusters of goblins in bursts of magic and shrapnel.
