Arin looked at the battle scene.
Eight were dead.
Four remained.
A spear-wielder, a man with twin swords, a giant with bare fists, and a hulking brute with an axe.
Arin wiped the red blood of his enemies on his face, rolling his shoulders, "You sure you can keep going?" he asked Ragna.
She spat blood onto the stone, cracking a grin, "I don't stop."
The four fighters hesitated—watching the carnage around them, doubt creeping into their eyes.
They had thought they had the numbers.
They were wrong.
Arin flicked his daggers in his grip, adjusting his stance, "Still wanna go up?"
Ragna slammed her hammer onto the stone, sending a deep tremor through the dungeon. "Come on, cowards. Let's finish this."
The final clash began.
Ashley was glaring at the duo right now with rage and frustration.
To scare them, Ragna roared and swung her warhammer over her head and smashed the floor in front of her.
