With a deafening roar, Berthold, Raveus, and Germund unleashed their combined fury upon Fein. The dark cave erupted in a tempest of explosions
Bethorld produce a wind shuriken on his hand and threw it on Fein's direction, and Germund on the other hand, raise his fist which produces a faint black glow and punch Fein on the chest.
BOOM!
The impact sent shockwaves reverberating through the air, shaking the very foundation of their surroundings.
The onslaught was accompanied by mocking laughter and sarcastic taunts. "How is it, Fein? That human should have been turned into a bloody pulp by now, right?" Berthold jeered, his voice dripping with venomous delight.
Raveus chimed in, his laughter mingling with the chaos. "Arrogant bastard! Who the fuck did he think he was, challenging us?" he sneered, relishing in the belief that they had vanquished their audacious opponent.
