Chapter 85: Seventy-sixth - : Combat
If this world didn’t lack computers and internet, Malin would have flipped out long ago—three hours have passed since they started at noon, and they’ve caught nothing. This damned forest contained nothing but their own men and dead "different kind"; it was supposed to be a pursuit, but it felt more like fishing in murky waters.
The mercenaries had been grumbling from the start, and Malin thought these guys must have underestimated him and his girls—not that he could blame them, since they’d probably have more respect if they were beaten up daily like the Church’s senior apprentices.
But... never mind, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger is where the fun lies, right?
Harboring such thoughts, Malin perceived a dangerous presence ahead in the woods—subtle, but there. He slowed his pace, noticing his sister had stopped.
Alright, finally caught a big fish.
With that thought, the party also began to move. The Paladin of Justice stepped forward, while Malin undid the chain of his shoulder bag.
As the sir Paladin drew his longsword, Malin placed the bag on the ground.
When the Apprentice began casting the Spell Formation, Malin started assembling his hammer.
By the time he had his hammer assembled, Malin could see the blood-colored "different kind" emerging from deep within the woods, about thirty skinless creatures. They were crossing a small hill, and upon realizing their situation, the leading "different kind" let out a screech and picked up speed, followed by more of its kind cresting the hill.
"Is this what the Church claimed to have been mostly cleared out?" asked the Dwarf, having donned his plate armor—it had always been packed in a large box and carried with him.