Raphael closed the distance in a single push off the floor, no warning, a red line leaving itself in the air behind him. Death Crow came in screaming.
Both were Lv3, but familiarity with Blood Frenzy was not equal between them. The thrall had no time to register the attack.
"Useless!"
Alp wrenched the thrall backward at the last instant. The axe-blade grazed the neck with a fingernail's clearance, any less and the head would have come off.
But Raphael didn't chase the failed strike. He pivoted and drove a kick into the abdomen that sent the thrall sideways into the wall with a sound like snapping wood.
Two ribs gave way. The thrall doubled over, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, the red in his vision blurring.
"Damn it all, stuck wearing you is my worst fortune!"
Alp took direct control of the limbs, operating the thrall's body like a frame from the inside, forcing it sideways as Raphael came again.
