"I wanna smash your head in!"
Kase roared as he and Orelia charged straight at the Beard Demons ahead.
Colin, meanwhile, turned to support Battier and Morne.
Ale held a test tube filled with a clear, colorless liquid. After chanting a few spells, she pursed her lips and blew gently. The white vapor she exhaled expanded rapidly, becoming a gale of wind filled with ice shards.
'It's that combination of Cautious Spellcasting and Range Magic again!'
The Inferior Demons crawling on the ground were once again frozen solid, but the Beard Demons nearby suffered little damage.
The two fiends shattered the ice encasing them with sheer physical Power, then knocked back the two bastards who tried to press the attack. These Demons possessed power that was simply overwhelming to mortals; ordinary people were no match for them.
Just as the Beard Demons swung their Long-Handled Cleavers to press their advantage, Colin rushed forward and thrust his sword forward.
