On the other side of the battlefield chaos also ruled and devastating the city.
Clyde—still in Jack's body—cut through the tide of monsters and mutated humans with grim precision. Each swing of his spear landed with brutality that immediately killed his enemy quickly.
Gore sprayed, limbs and heads fell. The ground beneath him was slick with blood but he never slowed. He moved with incredible ferocity of a warrior through those violence. He was mostly silent but looked unstoppable.
But beside him, Mina was still trying to keep up.
Her breath came in ragged bursts. Sweat clung to her brow. Her movements were much slower than him, more hesitant.
She had no trouble burying her dagger into the neck of a monstrous beast that lunged at her, twisting it with enough force to drop it instantly. But when it came to the mutated humans, she froze.
