The sound of cracking ribs echoed as a massive black spear slammed into Tams' chest, hurling him like a ragdoll across the chamber.
His body struck the wall with a sickening crunch, blood spraying from his mouth before he collapsed, motionless.
"Tams!" The lady leading his team screamed, breaking into a full sprint toward his crumpled form.
Timothy grits his teeth.
'That strike was brutal, efficient; it wasn't just fast; it was almost impossibly so.,' he thought.
Then, without pause, the bride descended again, her spear sweeping downward like a falling guillotine.
Dike stepped in, catching the blow with his weapon, the sheer force driving his feet inches into the stone floor as a shallow quake rippled out.
It was only now, standing face to face with her, that they all saw it clearly, she was at least ten feet tall, towering over them with unnatural grace.
Elegant and monstrous.
