Chapter 138: Remaining
Screams tore through the silence as Greldo dodged two black daggers slicing for his face. Stepping into the shadow beside Coal, he used his skill to move through the connected shadows behind the Pale Imp and slammed his sword into its back.
A gurgling came from the Pale Imp as it collapsed, and Greldo finally had a moment of rest.
A chaotic melee was occurring around them, and the two Brutal Imps at the center were decimating them. Unmoving, mutilated bodies of Viridians littered the ground, and they had lost more now than they had in the weeks in which they had been surviving inside the shardworld.
Dammit, Irwin, hurry up!
Looking around, he saw no more Pale Imps nearby, showing he'd killed off most of those. This left the two Brutal Imps. He knew he had to do something about them, but he also knew he'd never be strong enough to handle those.
Still have to try…
He jumped into the shadows again, shooting towards the nearest of the Brutal Imps.
The world turned dull and dark for a short moment before he appeared in the towering shadow. Hoping against hope he'd be strong enough, he slashed at the monstrous red leg.
Shit, he cursed as he saw no more than a narrow cut, barely deep enough to even hurt.
An annoyed roar made him quickly return to the shadows, barely in time to dodge a flailing fist.
Appearing not too far away, he let out a howl to try and draw the thing's attention. If he could get the thing to run after him, that would buy them at least some time. His changed vocal cords caused his voice to come out in an eerie sound, and he saw some nearby Imps and Viridians jolt and run in surprise.
The towering Brutal Imp, however, ignored him, and instead, he grabbed a Viridian. He raised it up, opening his mouth to chow down, and Geldo gritted his teeth, about to look away.