The Dark Shapes swarmed through the breach in the wall. They directed the mind-controlled thaids forward, using them as shields while they darted between cover.
A blackguard opened fire. Flames scorched the ground, electricity arced between targets, and blades of wind sliced through flesh. The mind-controlled thaids fell in droves, their bodies piling at their feet.
"Keep moving," Rick said to his brothers. "Use the thaids as cover!"
The Dark Shapes called for their thralls to charge the blackguard formation. As the defenders focused on the oncoming wave, the clones slipped around the flanks. They appeared behind the blackguards and attacked.
Blood sprayed as a clone's arm turned into a scythe and carved through a blackguard's neck. Another clone burst from the shadows, its fingers elongated into talons that shredded through armor and flesh.
