It is becoming more and more difficult to hold the defense in the temple building... The battle continues. New enemies...

Grinding and crackling.

To your right, the barricades that were blocking one of the windows are broken due to multiple impacts from outside.

You quickly turn to the right and you see a satyr deftly crawling through the window. In his hands is a small wooden club with spikes.

Following him, a second satyr looks out of the window. Curved small horns among thick, curly black hair. An ugly face that twists into a mocking, cruel grin. Eyes whose gaze is pierced with furious rage and the desire to bring the maximum possible pain. In his hands is a small curved bow. Arrow on a bowstring.

The satyr takes aim at one of the peasant militias.

You quickly draw your bowstring and fire an iron-tipped arrow into the ugly face of the satyr archer.

The enemy lets out a wild cry of pain. The arrow pierced the cheek of the satyr archer. Now, due to the hideously disgusting wound, his face became even uglier. He dropped the bow and his body fell to the ground. If you did not kill this satyr, then in the near future he will obviously be busy not with trying to shoot you with a bow, but with something else.

A satyr with a club runs to attack you. He swings his blunt weapon rapidly. You don't have time to shoot at him with a bow. The enemy is too fast and agile.

One peasant militia, armed with a pitchfork, tries to help you.

Unsuccessfully. The satyr dodges a pitchfork thrust aimed at his abdomen.

Swing of the club.

You barely have time to dodge.

A little more and...

Maybe your face will became a bloody mess...

You throw your combat bow to the floor and try to get your sword out of its sheath.

You don't have time.

The enemy is still faster than you.

The satyr strikes quickly with his furry leg.

The pain makes your vision dark.

A kick to the your side. Possible rib fracture?

You fall to the floor.

The satyr swings his club, trying to finish you off by crushing your skull.

You barely have time to roll to the side on your back along the floor.

Some militiamen cleaver hits the satyr from behind. Back wound caused by a slashing weapon. Extremely painful. The satyr lets out a frantic scream and swings the club around him randomly.

Thanks to the fact that the enemy is distracted, you manage to grab your sword from its sheath.

Quick thrust!

The blade of the sword easily pierces the flesh.

The satyr's lifeless body falls to the floor next to you. Blood flows profusely from a large wound in his groin.

You pick up your combat bow from the floor and quickly get to your feet.

A pair of wolves run past you.

One of the wolves jumps and sinks its sharp fangs into the shoulder of one of the militiamens. This human falls to the floor. He tries to push the beast away from him. But the wolf bites into the human flesh so fiercely that the strength quickly leaves the body of this militiamen.

The second wolf jumps at you.

A little more and the jaws of a wolf with sharp fangs will close on your throat...

You take a quick step to the side.

At the same time, you deliver a swift thrust with your sword.

The body of a wolf, with its heart pierced through, falls near the corpse of a satyr.

The chaos of a bloody battle is happening all around you.

More and more wolves and satyrs enter the building.

The peasant militiamans are trying to defend themselves.

But they suffer losses.

You notice already three corpses of militiamens...

Some of the surviving militiamens slowly retreat into the temple's interior.

There are clearly more enemies...

You glance at the main entrance to the temple.

The doors are broken.

The barricades have been destroyed.

At the same time as new wolves are quickly running into the building, a large satyr enters the temple.

He is different from the satyrs you have already seen.

He's bigger. His arm muscles are covered in strange purple tattoos. His face is just... disgusting...

Even compared to the usual ugly faces of satyrs, this... monster looks nastily.

His whole appearance, his whole body leaves the impression of something unnaturally vile, wrong, wicked...

Large bulging eyes that have a dull yellowish tint (similar to the color of disgusting pus). The vertical black pupils are almost invisible. Small curly black beard.

His muscular chest is covered in ugly scars and tattoos.

Instead of a nose there is some kind of semblance... A wrinkled, almost flat warty growth.

Its slightly open mouth reveals large, curved, sharp teeth and a wet, snake-like tongue.

The skin of his face has an earthy yellowish tint. This skin is covered with some nasty warts and spots...

In the area of the shoulders and elbows of this satyr you see small sharp black spikes... These are not elements of armor... These spikes grow directly from the satyr's body...

In the hands of this ugly monster you see a large battle flail. The weapon is made of some kind of dark metal (probably blued steel). The striking part of this weapon is a large ball with spikes (the size of this ball is approximately the size of two of your fists). The ball is attached to the handle of the weapon using a chain. Now you understand what kind of metal weapon helped the satyrs break down the door that blocked the central entrance to the temple.

This satyr with a battle flail in his hands looks like one of the commanders of your enemies.

However, in those moments, while you were looking at the satyr, something else happened.

He also managed to notice you.

His ugly face twists into a grin.

His cloudy, vile eyes look straight into your eyes.

Just looking at him makes you feel nauseous.

The next second he attacks.

His speed is incredibly high.

He runs at you swinging his battle flail.

A couple of militiamens who tried to attack this satyr with spears were unsuccessful.

This exceptionally dexterous bastard dodged one blow from the spear.

The shaft of the second spear was broken by a blow from the battle flail. The metal spiked ball easily crushed the wood...

The third militiamen ran towards the satyr, swinging a large club bound in iron.

Lethal error.

The rapidly spinning spiked sphere of the battle flail crushed this human guy's forehead with a disgusting squelching sound.

A broken bone, streams of blood, a bloody mess instead of a face...

The corpse of the militiaman who tried to help you falls on its side.

The ugly satyr has almost reached his goal - he is already next to you.

He waves his muscular arm.

Swift strike!

The battle flail is a terrible weapon. A deadly weapon that deals crushing damage. Your scale-mail coat will not be able to fully protect your body from such damage...

Only your hunting reflexes allow you to survive the next second.

You quickly step back while lowering your head.

The spiked sphere of the battle flail quickly rushes at a distance of ten centimeters from your bowed head...

You feel a doorway on your back.

Probably you and the surviving militiamens will have to retreat to the interior of the temple...

Meanwhile, the satyr's battle flail increases the losses of the peasant militia. A couple more human corpses fall onto the wooden floor with crushed skulls.

You draw your combat bow as quickly as possible.

Two shots!

Iron-tipped arrows pierce the muscular chest of an ugly satyr.

His body was thrown a couple of meters back.

But this... disgusting scum didn't even fall to the floor! He grabbed one arrow by the shaft and pulled the arrow out of the wound on his chest. Then, in the same way, he retreated with the second arrow. Some kind of black... liquid is flowing from two large puncture wounds on the chest. It doesn't look like blood.

You think: "Damn! Who the hell is this ugly bastard? Tenacious scum!"

You shout to the peasant militia: "Retreat into the interior of the temple! Act quickly!"

A satyr with a battle flail shouts something loudly in a language you don't know.

New enemies run into the building through the central entrance: satyrs and wolves.

There are more and more enemies.

You shoot a few more times to **** the enemies to stay away from you (result: one satyr with a club is wounded in the chest, one wolf is killed due to your arrow piercing its throat).

You and the surviving militiamens carefully retreat into the interior of the temple.