Chapter 168: Dungeon [2]
"Now!" I roared, my voice cutting through the din, amplified by a sliver of mana.
I burst from the shadows of the canyon wall. Beside me, Marcus was a silent, coiled spring, his C+ aura suppressed but ready. On my other side, the twins, Riker and Kael, fanned out, their daggers gleaming.
We weren't charging a pack; we were executing a pincer movement on a leaderless mob.
The twelve Ogres were a mess. Some roared in confusion, turning in circles. Others mindlessly smashed their clubs against the ground. A few started to charge after their blinded, rampaging leader. They had no cohesion, no strategy. They were just twelve sacks of D-Rank muscle and fury.
"Twins, go! Knees and ankles! Don't get greedy!" I commanded.
