Chapter 257: The Storm (2)

It was Erik who met the Ereth head on as they rushed at us without a moment of hesitation. 

The golden light emanating from his shield flashed with light as soon as the first Ereth blade touched it. The loud clang of metal hitting metal was followed by the pained scream of the poor Ereth as he got flung back, towards the rest of his allies. 

"Damn!" Vincent mumbled as his eyes widened. "Since when can you do that, Erik?"

The young paladin shrugged. "Now, I guess." He replied with a grin, but then his expression darkened. "They're coming!" 

And they were indeed coming. 

The Ereth forces, now somewhat more wary of us, were approaching with caution.

Those with leathery wings stretched them as the others formed organised lines. 

"Kai, the flyers." Asher softly spoke. I nodded and directed my gaze at those with flight. In the meantime, Lucius stepped forward to stand with Erik.