VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The lance-bearing Death Centaur General moved first, its colossal six-legged body exploding forward with terrifying speed.
It lowered its body until the gigantic crimson lance aligned perfectly with White's head, and the instant it charged, the remaining three Generals launched themselves together.
The chained blades erupted downward from above in an attempt to bind and shred him apart.
At the same time, the halberd swept horizontally toward his waist with overwhelming force, while overhead, the enormous warhammer descended like a falling continent, its Anti-Life aura swallowing everything in its path.
Four attacks from four directions, every possible escape sealed.
Seeing White standing motionless at the center of their convergence, all four Death Generals allowed cruel smiles to spread across their monstrous faces, convinced the battle had already ended before it truly began.
Yet...
White smiled first.
