"ROAR!"
A deafening roar tore through the battlefield as the Winged Dogman threw its head back and let out a bloodcurdling howl.
Before the Mercenaries and Adventurers could react, it had already swung the rusty Giant Axe in its hands, its blade reflecting a chilling glint in the sunlight.
"SWOOSH!"
With a sudden whoosh of air, the Winged Dogman flapped its wing and dove like the Death God, heading straight for the most crowded part of the group.
The Giant Axe swept out, seeming to carry the weight of a mountain.
"SQUELCH! SQUELCH!"
Fountains of blood erupted as severed limbs flew through the air.
In a single exchange, a pile of mangled corpses littered the ground.
Seen from above, the Winged Dogman was like a farmer reaping a field of wheat, and the Mercenaries and Adventurers were nothing but stalks waiting to be cut down, completely powerless to resist.
