The unstoppable beast brought its mouth close to the wounded cannoneer's face, parting its jaws as its foul breath exuded against him; reeking of spoiled meat and blood. All Magnus could do was stand there, trembling as he bled out, watching as the malicious one slid its blade across his cannon, preparing for a second strike–
"Hraaah!"
A bash of a shoulder came from the fur-coated wearing man of pale, scarred skin. The swift, sharp blow knocked right against the beastman's abdomen, causing it to slide back several meters.
"You!" Magnus said, looking at the monk's back.
Isaak stood there with his fists ready, flexing his body as his muscles swelled with dignified, faithful strength, "Keep it up! We can do this!--"
