However, a silver light flashed across the brute's throat, and the mangled flesh began to heal at a visible rate. In just an instant, the shredded skin was as good as new.
But at the same time, his arms remained where they were, showing he had no strength left to resist.
If Colin wished, he could press the attack and finish his opponent off right now.
But he didn't. Instead, he calmed himself and began to think quickly.
'The person they left to watch the bridge said something was coming. That "something" definitely isn't reinforcements. Judging from the arrows, it has to be Hobgoblins, Orcs, or local Barbarians.'
'If that's the case, cutting down the drawbridge is undoubtedly the best choice, which explains the clattering sound of wooden planks.'
'So, the best thing to do now is...'
Without hesitation, Colin kicked his opponent in the chest.
The severely injured brute staggered back several steps from the blow.
