"Ha, although I don't have a weapon, I know a little hand-to-hand combat."
Berto assumed a martial stance with an air of a grandmaster.
"Tch." The tentacles of the octopus-like appendage behind the Beastman wrapped around its fists as it roared and charged at Berto.
"Oh oh, worthy of a veteran, still so calm!"
Tami glanced back, reassured by the sight, and then focused on the immediate danger. The situation wasn't looking good; there were more than twenty enemies, and any random Beastman could fight him to a standstill, making it difficult to spare energy to protect others. Mila was fighting two at once, but was struggling against more.
Fortunately, those who join the Skyrim Strategy Group are no ordinary folk; even those Magicians known for being 'physically weak' were nonetheless top runners.
After all, aside from Tami, all the newcomers were handpicked by Luluwo from the former invaders. Their morals might be lacking, but their combat instincts were certainly strong.
