Timing was everything in the heat of battle. Caine had seen many good soldiers die as a result of being too slow with their reflexes in aerial combat. He had engaged in very few land-based skirmishes prior to taking over the role of guard to the recurrence of the House of Abrasax. It had been his place to maintain space safety. His wings beat hard as he thrust himself up into the air, kicking out with his boots to crush the chest of one of the monsters with the reverse-thrust. He tore a limb free of the creature with his bare hand as he got closer to it before shooting the other two free, finally killing the beast with his shield.
"I can fight. My queen is safe with a guard here. These creatures have overtaken much of the downtown area. We will be in luck if we can stop their spread."
They seemed to literally rise from the dead which was not in their favor. Every kill the enemy made only added to their numbers. No matter how good a fighter could be, he could still be overwhelmed if the numbers against him became too great. Lycantants had been bred for the fight because they did combine their forces in battle. Caine was used to going in alone, yet a part of him would always ache for the loss of a pack of his kind to lend aid to him in combat.
Looking at the woman, Peggy, he determined she was holding her own well enough, "These things propogate from the dead. We can't overcome them if we can't get ahead of their numbers. We need a combustible. Have you any suggestions where we might find something of this sort?"
Explosives always worked to kill off a horde. Nothing reacted well to being set on fire.