Crunch.
Enkrid raised Acker and drove it straight down into the oncoming spider’s head. The blade pierced through, embedding a handspan deep into the ground.
He stepped on the spider’s back and yanked his sword free. Black blood trickled down the blade.
“Too many.”
Spiders filled the distance ahead, pouring out relentlessly. But for now, there weren’t many right nearby.
This battlefield favored counterattacks over charging forward. His instincts told him that—so it was safe to take his eyes off the front for a moment.
Enkrid’s gaze turned toward the swarm gathering in front of Oara.
Thanks for your time.