The fierce battle was suddenly brought to a halt, and everyone was gasping for breath. People looked at each other, relieved to find that everyone was still alive. The only one with serious injuries was Bruto, the Dwarf, whose recent combat style had increasingly resembled that of Barbarians, focusing on inflicting maximum damage and not minding taking a few hits from the enemy.
"Koula, I'm really sorry." Kalalin sincerely apologized to the Halfling, "I shouldn't have..."
"Hmph! After all the delicious food I gave you!" Koula pretended to be angry, but soon burst into laughter, "It seems that the power of good food is not as compelling as that of beauty, feeling like I've lost..."
On the other side of the room, Lancelot was looking at Little Isha with some relief. Anticipation was written all over her face.
"That was a nice hit, very impressive."
