Why wouldn't this guy just die already? Was there any point in struggling at death's door like this?
Although Hailmondas had suffered a small nuclear explosion and was covered in wounds, he still stubbornly clung to life. From the looks of it, he even had enough strength left for one last fight, which gave Evenson quite the headache.
Still, it was understandable. Demons like Pit Lords might be huge and stupid, but they had always been known for being tough as nails.
Take Malthael, for example. Illidan had captured him and drained his blood for years, yet he was still alive and kicking. Then there was Brutallus. After battling a blue dragon, he had not only managed to kill it but still retained considerable fighting strength afterward.
The only one who had died cleanly seemed to be Mannoroth, the so-called strongest Pit Lord. He had died twice at the hands of the same person, both times being instantly killed in a single move.
Thinking of that, Evenson swept his gaze over the Demon Heart Warriors and the Asgardian Valkyries. Seriously, every last one of you is carrying either a spear or twin blades. Why won't anyone pick up a two-handed axe? A jumping cleave might just finish this right now!
"Lady Sif, I request that you lead the Valkyrie Corps and two hundred Demon Heart Warriors in a delaying operation. Buy us some time."
The demon troops stationed on the outer floating islands were probably unable to make it here, since the portals kept sending them down in droves. But the troops still on the main body of the rift, though distant and scattered—and though Evenson and Agatha had reduced their numbers as much as possible beforehand—would likely rush over at any cost to support their Lord once they received