The Yuimons moved with purpose, each one selecting a target, each one closing in on its prey.
It was one on one, fifteen Yuimons against fifteen Horned Olfs, a perfect symmetry that Darion had orchestrated from above.
The Horned Olfs, still frozen in shock, barely had time to react before the massive undead creatures were upon them.
They probably wanted to run, to flee from whatever these Yuimons were. But Darion didn't give them the chance. He had every one of the Horned olfs taken.
One for one.
The fight was brutal, but it was also precise. The Yuimons, despite their size and power, followed Darion's command to the letter.
They didn't bite off heads. They didn't crush bones. They didn't destroy the bodies that Darion needed intact.
Instead, they fought softly, as softly as creatures of their size could fight. They pinned the Horned Olfs to the ground, using their massive weight to hold them in place.
