'Damn it, you must hold on for long enough…'
Ascalon waved his bony arms, his footsteps unbelievably smooth despite being in the less-than-ideal body of an abomination.
His weapon was also inferior.
However, the SS-ranker was quickly working to solve this disadvantage, performing a harrowing sword dance fitting for a Damnedling.
He was evidently in a hurry to defeat his opponents.
Ascalon would've glanced at Daru had he had the chance to, but he also got his hands full.
If not for the fact that he was five levels ahead of the two wraiths and was an SS-ranker with sublime swordsmanship, Ascalon would be in danger himself.
In any case, he was slowly but surely whittling down the hitpoints of the Ashen Cleaners.
Only his weapon held him back from finishing the battle quickly.
Lesha, on the other hand, was a level lower, but she was much fiercer and more aggressive than Ascalon.
