Noah's fight had already spiraled into something far more difficult than he had anticipated, yet while he kept the being meant to turn the tide for the adventurers occupied, the rest of the battlefield had begun to collapse around them.
The archon's decision to prioritize its own perceived threats over its summoner had effectively abandoned the old man.
Fenrir didn't hesitate to take advantage of that.
Although a part of him remained dissatisfied with how the earlier exchange had played out, that feeling didn't slow him, because his intent to kill had not changed, and now there was nothing left standing between him and his target.
He stepped forward with steady purpose as the old man struggled to remain upright, his body already failing him as each movement threatened to drive broken bones deeper into his flesh, yet even in that condition, his grip on his weapon did not falter.
He forced himself to stand.
