How could I have forgotten?
Was it the heat of the battle?
The sheer chaos of the situation?
Or maybe I had just automatically dismissed the idea, assuming it wouldn't work against these guys.
Whatever the reason, it didn't matter now.
What mattered was that I had remembered—and I wasn't about to waste this advantage.
"Haha…"
"This fucker!" the spear-wielding Riley snarled, his frustration palpable. "This is why you don't give any damn tips, Fifth!" He shot a glare toward the crossbow-wielding Riley, who merely smirked in response, unbothered by the reprimand.
Blood trickled down the spear-wielder's arms as he gripped his weapon tightly, his stance shifting cautiously.
He was clearly trying to minimize the damage he inflicted on me, fully aware that every strike would now hurt him just as much.
