Their bodies of light red, Toned muscular bodies that flexed back with every heavy blow that could strike down, like Vikings from the north they flew into fits of rage to rampage into the enemy they sought to destroy.. their shadows. Beings with nothing but a dark shape, taking the form of those that were either dead on the ground or those that still aiming to fight back with every inch of strength that had in their bodies. The same power, the same force of mass chaotic muscles charging into battle as they clashed with the barbarian red beings that sought to fight back.. numbers on high alert as the resistance of barbaric men dwindled one by one, every second another dropping to the ground with a grave wound stuck to them, or their energy inside being taken by force itself.
