Time seemed to freeze the instant Logan's head flew into the air.
His headless body stood rigid for a moment. The world fell silent.
The next second, scalding blood gushed from his neck as if waking from a dream, and his body crumpled to the ground.
"Logan!!!"
The color drained from Greck's face. His mind went blank, then fury and the humiliation of being toyed with like a fool swept over him!
The gnoll chieftain had already shaken off the effects of the taunting Combat Technique!
It had even keenly sensed the presence of the stealthy attacker who had been shadowing it all along!
And yet, it had been acting the entire time!
It had feigned being firmly occupied by Greck, all to wait for an opening to land this fatal blow!
Now, it opened its long muzzle and made a gurgling sound in its throat.
Then it spoke in halting but understandable Common: "Gork, strong." It proudly swung the bloodied poleaxe in its hand. "Practice, good."
"Guh... heh heh heh..." A smug, low chuckle bubbled up from its throat.
First, it pointed at the ordinary gnoll corpses on the ground nearby. "You, kill." Then it pointed at Logan's fallen body. "Me, kill you."
After that, it simply started limping back the way it had come, as if to tell them it was letting them go.
Rage consumed Greck's reason in an instant.
The warrior clearly had no intention of letting it leave just like that!
This wasn't the first time he'd seen a teammate die at the hands of a monster. He'd only met Logan, the rogue, a year ago, when they'd shared a table at an inn.
And sometimes, Greck had a vague feeling that Logan liked to use flippant remarks to egg him into trying more dangerous,