The person who attacked me first was Alexia Von Zynx.
She was clad in a full set of heavy bronze armor, complete with a Spartan-style helmet that gleamed under the violet flashes of lighting in the starless night sky above.
Alexia's gauntleted hands were raised to her chest, elbows tucked in, palms open like talons, and knees bent low. She looked like a praying mantis ready to strike.
The second attacker — the one who pounced at me like a rabid animal — was Kang Tae-jin.
His silver eyes were glowing in the dark, and his body was already partially transformed. Thick white fur coated his skin, his canines were sharp and long, and his nails had stretched into claws.
And the swordsman, of course, was Michael Godswill.
He also wore imposing black armor, with a knight's visor obscuring his face.
In his hands, he held a traditional longsword, its gleaming surface etched with a string of runes that seemed to pulse dimly.
