One ogre roared as repeated attacks shattered its balance. Blades cut into the back of its knees, forcing the massive creature to collapse onto one leg. Shield bearers pressed forward, preventing it from recovering.
The captain moved.
With explosive strength, he leapt high into the air, his massive battle axe raised above his head. Mana surged around the weapon, and the blade grew heavier, sharper, and far more dangerous.
Arthur instantly recognized the killing strike.
But in that brief moment, the ogre reacted. Its huge arms rose to defend its neck. If the axe struck now, it would only sever the hands. The finishing blow would fail.
Arthur saw it clearly.
And he also knew the captain could not cancel the skill mid-leap.
"I could adjust the arm just one time," Arthur muttered.
Flames gathered in his palm again, but this time the fire did not form a sphere. It compressed, stretched, and twisted into a narrow shape.
A drilling spear of fire.
He released it.
