"Rahhhhhhhhh!" Bruno roared as he charged forward as though generating an intimidating shout to attract more aggro. Of course, it didn't really have an effect but apparently there was such a skill, but he was yet to unlock it.
Frost on the other hand was rather silent in his approach, his mouth wide open in an excited smile as he laid eyes on the foes before him.
About a dozen men and women were bunkered in a formation several metres ahead, with the archers protected in the back and shield bearers at the front. The axe thrower was in the centre and looked to be their leader.
The group was garbed in black leather with a few core areas reinforced with metal. Their weapons were also a cut above the previous goons with some of them sporting 2-star quality. None of them appeared to be magic users- which was normal since wizards are considered quite rare being only 1 in 100 adventurers- their range of weapons however was much more diverse than their previous foes.
