"Ugh! Damn it!"
Duraga only snapped back to his senses when the cold metal fragments splattered on the ground.
He cursed gruffly, touching the back of his neck, his heart still pounding with lingering fear.
The chill of the approaching blade still lingered there.
"Thanks, Rudolph."
After a grateful glance at Roland, the Gray Dwarf leader didn't lose his composure over the recent danger.
He raised a hand to signal his kin, who had gathered around, to lower their weapons, then held both hands up and spoke in a clear voice.
"Listen, followers of Rose! We did not come here to start a fight, but to—"
Before he could finish, the attacks resumed.
Several cold glints of light flashed, like the lethal strikes of vipers.
The speed at which these blades cut through the air was astonishing.
The figures, who had been dozens of paces away just a moment ago, were now right before them in the blink of an eye.
'So fast...'
