The purple-haired mage grit her teeth, to Alros amusement. After forcing the two foolhardy into a climax, two more clones grabbed them and bringing them away.
Currently, his eyes is set on the prizes, with two main one, the leader and vice-leader.
'Is it the rule of the world that all the mages need to be have such large bust?' he asked in his head, as he eyed the large breast of the purple-haired mage lecherously. The leader also have an impressive bust size, but it is smaller than the mage.
Though, he decided to push the thought for now. As he wanted to capture them before sunset.
"Let's get this over with," he flew towards the remaining three conscious adventurers, the leader not counted due to being knocked out. The remaining three, to their misfortunes, are all range combatant, with two mages and one ranger.
