Masstar felt light-headed, his legs weak; he couldn't even muster the power of Holy Light. In his dizziness, he tried to clench his right fist, on which a ring was placed, ready to unleash a pre-arranged Divine Art that could dispel most poisons.
But as he reached out, a bottle of liquor smashed against his arm.
The bottle shattered, causing no harm to him, but interrupted his attempt to clench his fist.
The Orcish Bartender, holding half a bottle, looked regretfully at the metal can before him. This guy never took off his armor, making a sneak attack difficult.
Masstar knew he was being ambushed and didn't have time to ponder why as a burst of Holy Light shone upon him, instantly clearing his mind.
It wasn't the only Divine Art he had for dispelling abnormal statuses, and he wore more than one piece of Magic Equipment.
But just as he regained his senses, a towering Orc swung a hammer at his head.
