Frostbound

Austin

The small fry were slow enough that he didn't even have to pull on his anchor to kill them. They had strong muscles and their swings were powerful, but they meant nothing if they couldn't hit him.

A thrust of his spear with only a few skills was enough to drop them. Plus, none of the blood came back on him. A Win-Win way to slaughter!

The beginning of the wave was rather easy. Dance around and stab as many as he could. It reminded him of the early days of the mantis infestation at The Twins. Before it became a drag and he had to fight progressively harder bugs.

The Orcs were slower, dumber, and couldn't fly so he had an easy enough time.

At first.

The Hunters had arrows that bested even his speed and the Champions were much tougher to take down. The Archers at the Wall did their best, but the Champions were hardy. Austin felt every time one of Hal's arrows came screaming in and it usually ended up with a dead Champion in its wake.

The Champions were a miniature Chris, if Austin had to describe it.

They forced him to bring his eyes away from the surroundings, and boy was that hard to do. There was just so much happening. Nearly everything that caught his eye was new in some way. New and exciting!

There was an honest to god Necromancer for god's sake!

Even after gaining the ability to shoot beams of light from his hands, an actual Necromancer was something else. He watched as an Orc took an arrow to the chest, fell down dead, death magic flare -for what else could it be-, and the same Orc got back up and fought on for the other side. Austin nearly took an arrow because of the distraction.

It was fascinating!