They say that when the odds are stacked against you, that's when your true strength awakens. Well... they lied to you. People just say stupid things just because they want to...
Klaus, whose odds were stacked against him, was struggling at that very moment. He was being tossed left, right, and center.
The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him, and for the first time in god knows how long, our very own paragon was truly helpless.
Thankfully, he was wearing early-stage alien armour which was lessening the attacks...
Whenever the alien wielding the green-hilted odachi tossed him, the dual-wielding horned swordsman would also hurl him toward the shadowy assassin, who seemed to take joy in leaving shallow cuts.
Then, the orc shaman would bombard him with elemental spells. And finally, the last person who always made him curse in different languages was the red-skinned troll, who always sent him crashing to the ground with a thunderous thud.
