The orc swordsman barely had time to react.
Neros' hand closed around his throat.
"…we're done."
And he slammed him against the wall.
CRASH
The impact was sharp. The body went limp instantly. Without letting go, he twisted him… and threw him. The orc shot forward like a projectile, straight toward the one with the staff.
The caster orc's eyes widened.
"What?!"
He moved aside on instinct, and his companion's body flew past him.
And in that same instant—
"Chloe, front. That's the one who hit you with the deep sleep spell."
Max's voice was firm. Precise.
She didn't hesitate.
Chloe dashed forward.
"You, you damn pervert."
Her fist struck straight into the staff. The wood splintered and the pink gem cracked.
CRACK
The weapon exploded into pieces, and the enemy staggered back, completely thrown off.
"What… what kind of brute strength is that…?"
His eyes widened in shock.
"…a low-level creature shouldn't—"
He didn't finish.
Chloe was already on him.
