Another three fell in quick succession—one from a blood tendril that wrapped around its throat and squeezed until the reinforced spine gave way, another from a sand manipulation that opened the ground beneath it and then closed it again with the Haelve trapped inside, and the third from Jorghan simply running it down and delivering a strike to its chest that pulped everything behind the ribcage.
[Blood Absorption: 21 Units]
The remaining Haelves—only ten now—were breaking. Not running, because their programming wouldn't allow that, but their attacks had become frantic and desperate, the perfect coordination completely gone. They threw themselves at him with the fury of cornered animals, knowing they were going to die but determined to at least damage him before the end.
Jorghan waded through them like they were children.
