After Clay departed from Rick, he ran toward Hector, aiming to help him. He knew that he wouldn't fight against ordinary people. The battle won't be easy. Those guys were trained people, they lived just to kill others.
'They probably know a lot about martial arts and have more experience dealing with humans than us. We just fought against Dreads for most of the time until now. I and Rick are used to fighting against people like them, but the rest of the group isn't.
'Anyway, not all of them will need to fight in melee combat. An example is Hector! His spells can surely help us in this fight!'
Clay interposed between the mercenary and Hector, just in time to defend one of his attacks and counter him.
His counterattack grazed the man on his wrist. It wasn't a deep wound, though, so he barely felt it.
The mercenary clicked his tongue as Clay interrupted him in his very final attack. That skinny and malnourished weakling in front of him was about to die without any struggles.
