It was because he was thick-skinned and had been forewarned by Xia Nan and Margaret to prepare defensively that he didn't take much damage from the fierce blow.
After rolling on the ground over a dozen times, when he scrambled up with a dust-covered face, only the clothing on his left forearm was torn, with a minor graze on the skin.
Without any hesitation, his short legs moved rapidly on the ground, once again raising his shield to the forefront of the team.
"Be careful!"
"These things should be much stronger than the blacksmith just now!"
The dwarf, with a voice like a muffled drum, reminded the two teammates based on the power he sensed just a moment before.
Right as his words fell, several figures shimmering with pink light poured out of the cathedral gates.
The black and gray blade of the [Ash Fall] Straight Sword reflected the pink light from the sky, drawing an arc in the air.
