The dark elves' crossbow bolts could do nothing against the blessed, reinforced Magic Plate Armor.
Most bounced straight off its curved surfaces. The few that struck gaps in the armor barely penetrated an inch.
Pus seeped from the wounds, but the writhing, mudlike flesh immediately squeezed out the bolts, dropping them to the ground.
The other Swamp Sisters were not nearly so resistant to the bolts. Although their bodies had also mutated, allowing them to withstand cuts and thrusts, the mercenaries had poisoned their arrowheads beforehand this time.
The few surviving guards, bristling with bolts, fell one after another. Soon, only The Unbound remained on the raised platform.
Under their concentrated fire, the Chosen One stood unmoved.
Dayette the Inconstant still stood on the stone steps before the altar, holding her enormous magical scythe across her body.
Several Iron Price mercenaries soon lost patience. Renato did not know whether they thought the sustained shooting had weakened her or whether they wanted to compete for credit before the noblewoman of House Nightwind and prove their worth.
Either way, their rash advance cost them their lives.
Dayette's movements were not fast, but every blow carried devastating force. Her enormous scythe swept across them, and with the advantage of higher ground, its blade tore through ring mail like paper.
The Iron Price mercenaries' bones shattered effortlessly. Blood and broken armor rings sprayed everywhere.
One unfortunate mercenary was even cleaved from shoulder to hip, her entire body sliced diagonally in half.
The drow's upper body slid to the ground. Her entrails spilled from the severed torso and tumbled down the stone steps.
"Keep coming." There was no trace of emotion in Dayette's voice. "I will offer all your ignorant souls to my lord."
Tristana clutched the holy symbol at her chest, her face twisting.