After a few minutes of silent shuffling, the group was in position. The puppets were at the front, lined up shoulder to shoulder under the control of the Spirit Animal. For those without large claws to use as a weapon, they had been given crude makeshift spears to make them more effective. Spears that were simply made up of sticks they had found lashed to the deer's antlers as a blade.

If only they had time to give them proper armour and shields, they could pass as roman soldiers that had clawed their way out of the grave, although they were still far too few members for a proper legion. Perhaps one day, but they'd have to survive this battle first.

Behind them stood the strangely moist knight, who had an absolutely horrific time trying to hide in his ridiculous golden armour, alongside their electrifying commander, the puppet passing himself off as human and the unassuming Bob. Who, as far as the rest of the group was concerned, was simply a person with an unfortunate physical mutation, much like Cynthia.

Speaking of the slime girl, she had found a perch some distance away from the main force. Secluding herself in the branches of a tree, she didn't have to worry about balance or slipping off as she had simply deformed her legs and slithered onto the tree trunk, creating tendrils to wrap around branches and the trunk to secure herself. She almost looked like some kind of fungus or moss growing out of the tree. A moss with a bow and a quiver full of arrows ready to fly true.

As if that wasn't cheating enough, when she removed the colour from her body, her translucent nature meant that it was nearly impossible to pick her out of the tree line at a distance. She was like a natural predator with a built-in invisibility feature. Even if they would be able to find her if they got close, Cynthia would never let such a thing happen.

As for Seth himself he was currently garbed in the [Grizzly Reminder], the raider style armour that he had received from the bear, there was no sense in leaving it on the puppet after all. As for his position in the upcoming battle, he was closer to the back of the formation, alongside the grey haired man known only as Fox.

The man in question was putting the finishing touches on a particular project of his own, something that Astra was seemingly waiting on to start the assault.

The continued yelps of pain from the torture victim was encouraging Fox to work as fast as he could, but it seemed like that the process had some level of perfection required to it.

"There, done. Alright lad, get to throwing. Don't try to hit them, just get them close and scatter them about."

Seth frowned at that order, but he didn't question it. He had been watching him create his little project the entire time, his mind burning with more questions, but questions would have only delayed them even more. Time was not a luxury they had in this situation.

He glanced down at the project he had been working on, Fox's hands still covered in dirt from the sizeable hole he had been digging into the ground. A hole that was now filled to the brim with crystal clear water, thanks to the very helpful, very sweaty looking knight. The reason that it had taken so long, at least from Seth's understanding, was that he had been dead set on making sure that there was not even a single ripple in the surface of the water, which was difficult as he kept digging at the ground and fiddling with the size of the hole. Constantly making it bigger for unknown reasons.

Glancing down at the collection of mirror fragments he had in his hand, Seth narrowed his eyes and looked out towards the filthy, putrid red goblins. Finally it was time to stop these things revelry in torture and see how they liked being cut apart.

With a single thread wrapped around each fragment, he tossed them up into the air where they halted as soon as they reached the peak of their arcs. Snatching one of the gravity defying shards out of the air, Seth whipped his arm and sent the fragment slicing through the air. Before the first reflective dagger had landed, he was already tearing another from the air and sending it flying towards the dancing Hemogoblins. He was so focused on his task, that he didn't even realise that the sly Fox had disappeared into thin air.

Thwonk Thwonk Thwonk

All throughout the putrid party, mirror shards flew out of nowhere and sunk into the ground around their feet. Stopping their revelry, the wretched creatures looked around in a mix of confusion and curiosity at the spontaneous shower of strange shards. Before any of them could figure out where they had come from, they had stopped, leaving them surrounded by just over a dozen fragments. Some stuck in the ground, others having fallen over or shattered into smaller parts on impact.

A few had even injured a few of the goblins, slicing off limbs and cutting their sides. One, had impaled itself deep in the skull of a hemogoblin that had been relieving itself on one of the corpses, leaving it laying on its back and dead as a doorknob. Unsurprising for something that had been stabbed in the head.

Curiosity getting the better of them, one of the blood red goblins waddled over to their compatriot's corpse, not a hint of remorse or care on their face, as they plucked the mirror shard from its head.

Without a second of hesitation, it licked the fresh blood from the shard, before wiping its spittle off so it could admire its reflection. Seeing its disgusting face reflected back to it, it couldn't help but smile, seemingly pleased with its appearance. In fact, it was so focused on admiring its own 'handsomeness' that it didn't notice the katana blade erupting from the mirror shard until it was piercing out the back of its skull.

Not lingering for even a second, the blade was ripped from the putrid creature's skull and let its body collapse to the floor. As soon as the freshly made corpse hit the dirt, the blade was erupting from another mirror shard to slay another goblin.

Like dominoes, Hemogoblins fell as they were turned into nothing more than naturally grotesque corpses. Each one cut down by the same blade that manifested out of the mirror shards they were so curious about.

Panic and chaos quickly erupted throughout the once joyous murder party, Hemogoblins charging around like headless chickens as they either tried to escape or find the source of the onslaught.

Many thought that breaking the mirrors was a good idea, only to get a sword through the chest from the smaller fragments that they made. Seeing the failure of their companions, many others decided to simply avoid the scattered fragments as they scarpered around to try and find the culprit.

A method that might have worked, if that was all that was assaulting them.

Rain of arrows and feathers fell upon them next, piercing throats and digging deep into their guts. Erupting through the chests of fleeing goblins as they were mercilessly shot in the back. When one of them raised his weapon to kill the thing they had been torturing, under the assumption that it was the cause of this, a feather promptly tore through the air and relieved it of its weapon, alongside the arm that was clutching it, before arrows peppered its chest.

Only when it resembled a porcupine was it finally allowed to die, falling back into a pool of its own blood.

A pool of blood that began to quiver as the ground it pooled upon trembled like they were amidst an earthquake.

A cohort of skeletons, the earth rumbling underneath the power of their perfectly synchronised march as they moved as one collective unit. The emerald tips of their spears pointed forward as they advanced without an ounce of fear within their bones.

Finally having something to sink their rotten teeth into, the remaining Hemogoblins let out shrill war cries as they charged towards their new foes, uncaring for their undead state or the hail of arrows still descending upon them.

Even if these things had no blood, they deserved to die. They needed to die. As the first little goblin leapt into the air, ready to tear apart its new victim, it was ruthlessly blasted from the skies by a bolt of lighting. Its corpse rocketing back and landed in a crumpled heap, a blackened charcoal patch still sizzling and smoking on its chest.

Sparks danced around a hand that was hidden behind the line of undead, bolts of lightning tearing through the air and striking down foes at random. Those that were unfortunate enough to group to close together simply found themselves dancing the electric boogaloo alongside their charcoaled friends. The lightning arcing between them, using their smouldering bodies as springboards. Each fresh corpse causing the stench of ozone to fill the air.

The only one who didn't charge was the Mage. Still rooted in the same place as before, his staff faintly glowed as his lips constantly moved. The entire time, as his forces were decimated by their own ignorance and their opponents cunning, he still focused on his spell. His focus never wavered from the undulating orb of blood that hung in the air, still growing as it gathered from the fallen Hemogoblins. Every drop of blood that was scattered would eventually float into the air to join the collective.

The only time the mages focus was ever drawn away from the precious orb, was when it noticed an emerald dagger soaring through the air on a direct path for its head.