The remaining cultist did not wait for another invitation to die.
He charged forward with his rusted cutlass raised high above his head, letting out a desperate battle cry that echoed through the cavern.
Kai watched the clumsy swing approach and calmly stepped to the left.
He ducked under the rusted blade because the man had terrible footwork and zero balance.
Kai brought his elbow up hard under the cultist's chin, snapping the man's head back with a loud, sickening crack.
'These guys fight like drunken sailors,' Kai thought to himself, stepping smoothly over the falling body.
'But the big boss in the kelp dress is still channeling that massive spell.'
He looked past the fighting and saw the High Priestess raising her pale green hands toward the ceiling.
The water pooling around the bottom of the stone stairs began to rise at an alarming speed.
