He was just about to give the order.
The instant Savage Wolf Alpha stepped into attack range, Marcus did not hesitate. In one smooth motion he switched to a Level 30 longsword, locked onto the leader who was mid-command, and unleashed a fivefold damage strike, Desperate Strike, straight at him.
Strike the snake at its vitals. Capture the chief to capture the tribe.
It was a simple principle, and Marcus understood it perfectly well, especially when dealing with a capable, scheming bastard like Savage Wolf Alpha. There was no room for drawn-out fights or unnecessary risks.
There were no surprises. Savage Wolf Alpha dropped on the spot. One strike, one kill.
"Tch."
Marcus let out a low scoff, his eyes cold. If I keep my edge hidden for too long, idiots like you start forgetting who's actually in charge here.
