The fight dragged on longer than Arthur expected.
Sweat gathered on his skin. His breathing grew a bit heavier from all the action. Yet the squad maintained steady pressure, gradually turning the tide. They used the environment when possible, driving the ogres toward uneven ground and limiting their movement.
Little by little, the monsters' formation began to collapse.
One of the bulky guards fell first after a coordinated series of attacks to its joints. The second followed soon after, separated from the rare type and overwhelmed by focused damage.
With its protectors gone, the second class ogre lasted only a few more exchanges before the captain's axe ended the battle.
Silence returned.
Arthur released a breath he had not realized he was holding. The tension in his shoulders finally loosened.
Around him, the others also relaxed slightly, exhaustion visible but controlled. No loud celebration, just quiet relief and professional efficiency.
