Yeah, should we transform?
The player known as the captain hesitated briefly. Typhus was still some distance away. If he transformed, not only would he be exposed, but could he even charge over there? If he did not transform, would they have to return empty-handed?
The moment he was distracted, a towering Death Guard seized the opening and slammed a heavy boot into the captain's chest.
"Bang!"
The immense force sent the captain flying. He traced an arc through the air and, by sheer coincidence, sailed over the battle line before crashing heavily right in front of Typhus, who was facing off against Sicarius.
Typhus looked surprised as he gazed down at the mortal coughing blood at his feet.
Then he let out a vicious chuckle. With a casual flick of his massive scythe, he hooked the captain by the back and lifted him into the air like a chick, dangling him before Sicarius.
Sicarius had been preparing to unleash a thunderous strike, but he had no choice but to forcibly pull back and alter the path of his sword. His Power Sword skimmed past the mortal's scalp, narrowly avoiding striking the innocent Death Seeker.
Sicarius stepped back, glaring furiously at Typhus. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Using a mortal as a shield? You are insulting a warrior's honor, Typhus!"
"Honor? That is something only the living need." Typhus sneered, about to mock these foolish lackeys of the False Emperor.
However, the Death Seeker captain dangling from his scythe, seemingly on his last breath, suddenly had a change in his eyes.
When he had been kicked over to Typhus, the player had not felt fear. He had felt wild joy!
There could not possibly be a better opportunity than this! It was delivery straight to his door! At this distance,