The Virtuous Cultivators move to surround us while we pick targets.
"I'll take baldy, and the guy with bad teeth, and those ones off to the right, but you're taking greasy and the fat guy with the boner. Non negotiable." I inform Karl.
No matter what, I am not touching that pervert, and the greasy guy isn't much better. Why couldn't we be attacked by cultured sorts with decent personal hygiene?
"Fine, but you owe me for this if I get grease stains on my sleeves." Karl laughs as the irate and overweight cultivators charge him.
I call out the black and white energy Dragons, my attacks pushing me smoothly into the mass of cultivators off to my right. A low kick knocks one to the ground while the Dragons force the others back away from me.
