Within just a few minutes, his 400 Uruks were turned into corpses. Being surrounded and without his help, none of them could escape the one-sided massacre. In comparison to how many they had lost, they only managed to kill 200 of their opponents, which included the 50 that fell by Tristan's own hands.
Tristan was still trying hard to outpower the elf. Unfortunately, despite his incessant attempt, Dios held him very tight and showed no signs of loosening, not giving him any chance of breaking free. He felt as if he was being crushed by a mountain.
Finally, when the last Uruk died, the 800 enemy Uruks went ahead running toward the direction of his hill, leaving him still unmoving under Dios' arms.
"Seriously man, release me and have a proper fight!!" Tristan struggled more while glaring at the elf hindering him, impatience apparent on his face.
