The clashing of steel was loud, sounding out amidst flesh tearing, bones breaking and disturbingly warped barks and howls.
Robert was far from being amongst the strongest undeads of the vanguard at the moment, his martial skills were good, but his base physical attributes were nothing more than average, and his mana reinforcement below that- He made up for it with battle arts, and most importantly, with his hounds.
They were the entire reason why he, a prowling shadow without much distinguishing skills otherwise, had been sent out alone, using hounds was one of the core techniques used by members of his caste, it did not seem like much when compared to the abilities of their sister caste, the Nightbirds, but it was a very versatile skill.
