Loargh's attacks put unexpected pressure on the Dark Knight.
Sure, unlike Adam or Vyora, his punches didn't pack the same destructive power. But in less than a minute, Loargh landed over fifty hits on the Dark Knight, and the Dark Knight was only able to block a small fraction of them.
However, Loargh had his limits. His iron boots had grown extremely hot; the metal began to glow red, and soon enough, they would not withstand the pressure and shatter into pieces.
Fortunately for Loargh, he wasn't fighting the Dark Knight alone. He knew that Sarka was waiting for him to create the right moment for her, and that moment had arrived.
Crack!
In a powerful leap, Sarka surged forward. The flame that usually surrounded her took the form of a wild beast, its jaws wide open in a ferocious roar.
For the first time in a long while, she was completely serious, her focus entirely on her target.
Her gaze was cold as a glint ran across her claws.
