Matt didn't know how many of the birds he had killed, but no matter how many fell, more and more came.
They didn't do anything, and it gave Matt more stress. The enemy on the other side already could be measured to an alarm level 8, but these things only flew and tried to cut him with their claws.
"Damn, what is this magic?" With another swing of his swords, dozens more birds were welcomed by the flames on the ground.
For the next hour nothing changed on both battlefields; on the west, the creature and the Blood Angel were still engaged in an intense fight, and Matt still fought the lesser beings.
"Shiva, how many I have already killed?"
A familiar voice came as she waited for her questions, "Their numbers have already been cut in third, around 500000 remaining!"
A small hole of hope showed itself to him. "Then let's hope the rest remain like this..." His figure showed no sign of exhaustion; to his estimation, he could hold it for three days straight.
