The first clash rang out.
Metal hit flesh. Shields absorbed crushing blows. A fire spell exploded against an ogre's chest and forced it back a step.
Then the captain's voice thundered again.
"Brace! Second class!"
Arthur saw it at the same time.
The two second class ogres lifted their arms together. Mana gathered around them, thick and violent. The air vibrated as if something heavy was about to slam into the earth.
And then..
They moved in sync.
Both of them.
The mana around their bodies spiked at the exact same moment.
For a split second, the squad froze.
"Both?" someone muttered in disbelief.
A shield bearer cursed under his breath. "We can't take two at once"
Panic surged through the line.
It wasn't that they didn't trust Arthur. They did.
But one seismic pulse had already nearly broken them before. It had shattered formation, cracked armor, and drained their strength.
Two at the same time?
That wasn't just pressure.
That was disaster.
Arthur felt it too.
