The Lizardman extended his hand, his scaly arm imbued with Mana.
As if responding to his call, the silver spear made of Chasm Steel trembled and flew to his grasp.
"Oi, you fucking Lizard. How are you doing that?"
Berkah inquired, a vengeful grin adorning his face, his right arm favoring his gaping wound.
"Why should I tell you that?"
The Lizardman retorted, his razor sharp teeth mockingly glistening.
[They're a bit strong...]
[I guess I can't keep fighting them with raw strength alone.]
[The Troll can regenerate...]
[That Lizardman's spear is a bit problematic since I can't sense it in my Mana Dome...]
[And the Dark Elf woman... The spells she casts are a bit strange.]
[ She only imbues her staff with a small amount of Mana and those Crystals do all the work...]
[The High Orc is still hiding his strength...]
Berkah narrowed his eyes and analyzed his four opponents before drawing his Mana.
