"…"
(Unlike those previous dragons, these guys are clearly working together and strategies.) – thought Oron as he was getting bombardment with spells, forcing the demonic dark elf to defend himself and run around… However, the sheer number of magic projectiles coming his way were overwhelming.
Oron tried gaining some distance, but the enemy wasn't letting it happened.
They didn't cared how powerful magic they unleash, as long as Oron was under pressure and was taking damage.
"…"
"Permissions to use the main item combo granted." – said Oron to his communication device.
"!?"
(Wait, now!?) – thought both alarmed LM and Tail.
(We were supposed to save them up… But… Fuck it!) – thought LM as he took out five scrolls from his inventory, which instantly alarmed Sirio.
