[Eight-Armed Strike]!
This was the killing move that had made his name; countless opponents had been dismembered amid its dizzying flurry of blades.
The blades churned the water into a deadly vortex, sealing off every route Ola could take to retreat.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The piercing clash of metal warped into a string of muffled thuds underwater.
Ola blocked with his battleaxe and arm shield almost on instinct, but the attacks came far too thick and fast.
Bone blades hacked at his heavy dwarven armor, leaving trails of fine scratches.
Waves of tremendous force traveled through Ola's weapon and shield, shaking his arms numb.
Beneath his feet, the Coral Reef crumbled inch by inch as the storm of attacks forced him back step after step.
This Octopus General really was stronger than him!
Ola knew full well that without this suit of Bulwark full plate, he would probably already have been sliced into countless evenly sized chunks of meat.
"Is that all you've got, you bastard runt!"
Glash's roar sounded distorted and crazed underwater.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw those tin cans coldly harvesting the lives of his people across the battlefield.
Kolsh led the last of his personal guards in a charge, only to crash headlong into a steel wall of shields and be swallowed up in moments.
It was over.
That thought echoed over and over in Glash's mind.
Shame, rage, and despair ate away at his reason like the venom of a deep-sea jellyfish.
Lord Unas's orders, the clan's honor... everything would be crushed to dust here.
No! Never!
Ola noticed the disruption in his opponent's attack rhythm, proof that his resolve was wavering.
He watched Glash, studying those eight seemingly flawless tentacles.
No matter how fast the blades moved, a single