John looked on with disdain as the Orc chieftain charged at him, his movements slow and deliberate as he raised his staff.
"Hmph, you think you can cast a spell now? Too late!" the Orc chieftain sneered, raising his massive blade. As a Berserker, his physical damage was devastating, and any mage caught in close quarters with him was as good as dead.
However, John wasn't casting a spell.
Bam!
-10507
A dull thud echoed as John struck the chieftain with his staff, a terrifying damage number floating above the Orc's head.
With the power of his B-grade physical damage talent and the B-grade Dual Mastery talent, John's regular attack dealt over fifteen thousand damage.
Even with the Orc's high physical resistance, it still inflicted over ten thousand damage.
The chieftain felt dizzy, blood trickling from his forehead, and he stood there in shock.
