"There's no end to these damn bastards!" Rowan bellowed, his voice a mix of fury and exhaustion as he swung his weapon with endless vigor, destroying the form of four more sand soldiers. He only destroyed their physical forms, not killed them as physical attacks alone weren't enough for they were creatures whose very existence was centered around the will of their creator. Unless the will imbued in their physical form was destroyed, they could just keep on reviving by using the sand of the desert. But of course, Rowan's efforts weren't totally in vain as the sand soldiers needed some time to recover their forms. To be exact, it was a couple of minutes.
"I believe they aim to wear us down, to exhaust our strength and resolve," Oliver analyzed, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the relentless waves of enemies