CH414 Fortress Climax III
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"Two Gold ranks, eliminated." Eleanor's report chimed over comms.
Mogal and Kavakan both stiffened, their expressions twisting in an almost comical mixture of pride and indignation.
They were the combat specialists—the frontline warriors—and yet a healer had just killed two Gold ranks when they were struggling with just one?
How were they supposed to hold their heads up after that?
Naturally, they responded the only way they knew how; they stepped up their attacks with renewed ferocity.
Meanwhile, Havel could not have cared less.
As usual, the noble race Ronin moved at his own slow, deliberate pace—untouched by the chaos around him.
After receiving Havel's challenge, Arvegil had no choice but to respond. He stepped into the open with his metal spear in hand and motioned for Havel to follow him somewhere more suitable for a duel.
Havel observed him lazily. The man was obviously scheming something, but Havel still followed.
