As soon as he finished speaking, Alina dipped low and twisted her waist. As her right hand wielded the sword, her left pushed the hilt diagonally upward, driving the blade into a skeleton's head from beneath its jaw.
W's bombs had flung some scattered remains behind the battle line, toward Oute and Alina. Then the necromancer's The Dead Do Not Rest called them back to life.
This unlucky skeleton had only just been reanimated and was about to close in.
Oute had no martial arts foundation, and Alina had even less.
But the strength in her waist, arms, and wrists still transferred cleanly to the sword tip, directly severing the skeleton's spine.
The only thing praiseworthy about that strike was perhaps its precision.
The sword tip had aligned so precisely with the skeleton's spine, cutting it cleanly in two without deviating an inch.
"What was that?"
"Something I remembered from watching wuxia movies."
Oute took control of Alina's body, not because his hands were itching for a fight.
The necromancer's The Dead Do Not Rest was also a pressure skill. If he let noncombatant Alina take it head-on, he would have to calm her down all over again...
Having already stepped into that pit once, Oute wanted to avoid it as much as possible.
Elphira walked forward at an unhurried pace, while Mon3ter stood before Oute and Kal'tsit like a nanny.
"Only Mon3ter is on guard duty?" Kal'tsit crossed her arms. "Isn't that a little too overconfident?"
Oute replied, "Since I've sent all the Guards to the front line, someone has to protect the command post. You happen to be one of the most suitable candidates."
One of them.
Kal'tsit's lips curved faintly.
"Little rooster, point to who!" W babbled nonsense as she threw bombs toward the locations Oute had