After what seemed like ages, a man noticed John's figure and shouted in their direction, alerting his comrades. But John was fast enough, so he used his Venomlash to stab the man in his throat. Blood spattered as he pulled his dagger and charged towards a middle-aged man with a beard.
"He's here!" The man shouted before his eyes grew wider as his head was detached from his body. The head fell with a thud, the eyes locked on John's cold gaze as he dashed between the other men, dodging axes, blades and punches. His movements were smooth and practised, like a dance choreography of carnage.
Another scream erupted amongst the confusion as a bloodcurdling cry rang out.
Another and another...
The sound echoed in the forest as one by one the men were picked off by arrows and bullets and died from a distance.
But the killing and the screaming stopped when a deep bellowing outburst broke out and the monsters joined the fray.