[Rage] drove Anbi to get up again, but Monka's hand axe was already sweeping toward her. Her fur stood on end, and she tried to spring up and pounce on him.
But without pain to tell her which bone was hindering her movement, she couldn't push herself off the ground.
She flattened herself instead and scrambled away on her forelegs, trying to slip into the bushes behind her.
Panting hard, Monka swung his hand axe in a wide arc through the bushes, only to find nothing there. He gritted his teeth. Rather than search for the wolf pup, he turned toward Wendy, who was locked in a standoff with the mercenaries.
With a knight's spirit fighting beside her and sturdy plate armor protecting her, Wendy only had to guard her joints against attacks from every direction. But surrounded as she was, breaking through was another matter.
Monka thought that if even one mercenary in his band could swing a warhammer, they wouldn't have been held up by a single person for so long.
Blunt weapons were always the best way to break armor. Any dwarf could have smashed that warrior's kneecap. Unfortunately, most mercenaries would be gasping for breath after two swings of a heavy hammer.
He had to admit he'd miscalculated. The elites sent by the Lord Alliance were beyond anything he had imagined.
"But no matter how freakish your team is, there are only three of you! You think thirty of us can't wear you down?"
He whipped the hand axe tethered to his forearm. Sparks flew where the chain scraped against the metal cuff. As he charged, the axe blade crossed twenty meters and slammed into the knight spirit's helmet, sending it flying beyond the crowd. When it hit the ground, it scattered into the wind like