"Rahhhhhhhhh!" Bruno roared as he charged forward as though generating an intimidating shout to attract more aggro. Of course, it didn't really have an effect but apparently there was such a skill, but he was yet to unlock it.
Frost however was rather silent in his approach, his mouth wide open in an excited smile as he laid eyes on the foes before him.
About a dozen men and women were bunkered in a formation several metres ahead, with the archers protected in the back and shield bearers at the front. The axe thrower was in the centre and looked to be the leader.
The grouped was garbed all in black leather with a few core areas reinforced with metal. Their weapons as well were a cut above the previous goons with some of them sporting 2-star weapons. None of them appeared to be magic users- which is normal since wizards are considered quite rare being only 1 in 100 adventurers- however their range of weapons was much more diverse than their previous foes.
