"Shit," Taylor mumbled. The minotaur gone, his only other target was the snake. If he could hit the eye, maybe he could debilitate it...but with it in a rage, shooting it may make it worse.

Three swords began flying around the giant snake, slicing at it and seemingly routing it in circles to keep it in one area.

Sign carved through a stone golem-like corrupted made of some sort of meat, turning to Travis briefly with a nod to acknowledge his words. "Everyone, form up on the flanks and let them go at the wall! We'll pincer them and leave an easy firing range for our ranged allies!" He called to the men on the ground, and most started immediately moving off.

Unfortunately, the bullet spray did little to deter the metal man as he rushed toward Dante, a fist raised and swinging for his head.

"Huh," Thomas remarked, wondering what that was. He aimed and fired a well placed shot towards the head, and then once more for good measure.

The first bullet tore off some of the snake's stony flesh, but it was the second that tore into the snake's skull. All three swords began tearing away at the opening, making sure it was dead before flying off. Men began pushing out of the dead snake's jaws, some dragging men with burned bodies out while others held the jaws wide.

As the grenade traveled forth, the metal man reached forward and grasped the grenade. The corrupted's arm disappeared in the blast, sending it off the wall. With a loud but brief squeak the corrupted landed face-first, where its face remained as its back touched the dirt.

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As the battle went on, hours passed. The men that had fallen on the wall turned to corrupted as always, which continued the panic on the wall for some time. Even as the battlefield down below had turned into a firing range of sorts, it was still a bloodbath that felt like a war of attrition. The giant had reached the wall at one point, but a barrier was thrown up to block each grab it attempted. It never once tried striking at the shield, only grabbing at people. Eight hours passed before the minotaur appeared beside the giant's leg, raising its axe to the sky as both disappeared in a pillar of light. This marked the end of the battle, as nothing remained but piles upon piles of bodies. Many poured out some sort of goop dangerous to touch, some had disappeared after death, but many had fallen back after receiving injuries during the battle. That was assumed to be an order of one of the smarts, but no one would know for sure. The spike corrupted floated around Travis at this point, content to follow its boot overlord until it either gained a new master or was given an order.

"Collection time!" Many men cheered, rushing to take whatever they could get their hands on from the corpses. If there was ever a time for those with hunting jobs to get their ID requirement, now was that time.

In the middle of town, patrols were rushing around with glowing metal sticks of various colors, armed to the teeth. One burst into the home Marie, Cleo and Taylor resided in, waving the stick around with a gun in his hand. He seemed very serious about this.