Blazren slammed his fist into a mutant's skull, [Blazing Mane Shift] still glowing around his arms.
The flames roared with every punch.
Beside him, Zain moved like a blur, his blade carving through the enemies.
Each swing of his sword launched a ranged [Demon Waves Slashes].
He was cutting down lines of mutants before they could even reach them.
"We're clearing fast," Blazren muttered, stepping over a scorched body.
"Too fast."
Zain's blade sliced through another group, the edge glowing with dark energy.
"[Demon Slash]," he whispered, appearing in front of another target and cutting cleanly through its chest.
Then the ground shook.
Dozens more mutants began pouring from the alleys and rooftops.
They snarled, charged, and leapt toward them in waves.
Blazren's eyes narrowed. "What the hell? This many?"
Zain stopped moving for a moment, observing the mass coming toward them.
"Looks like they're rushing us. Probably panicked from how fast we're clearing them out."
