The remaining three members of the tank's group broke into a panic as Luther's betrayal became clear.
One of them, a young woman with a wand, stepped back, her hands trembling. Gathering her courage, she raised the wand to cast a spell. But before the words left her lips, a massive figure barreled toward her.
*CRACK!
Jagger, a towering brute wielding a war hammer, slammed the weapon into her ribs with devastating force.
The impact sent her flying like a ragdoll, tumbling across the ground. Her body collided with a tree, the sickening thud of bone meeting wood echoing through the clearing.
She didn't move.
"Yo, Jagger!" Soren, a lanky man holding twin daggers, called out, irritation in his voice. "Why'd you kill her so fast? We could've had some fun first."
"Sorry, Soren," Jagger said with a shrug, his tone completely devoid of remorse. "Accident."
Soren rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, as the carnage continued.
