"Animal! You green-colored degenerate, what do you think you're doing to that coach with that axe!"
Fluttering his silk eyelashes and snapping at the warrior orc, the glittery Smack Lips took an axe blow right to the mouth and went flying ten steps back.
"Rimel, don't let the totem die. We'll manage with potions!"
Sukrucuk needed help, and our healer's totem was tailor-made for this job. He just needed to not die.
"Heeeeeey, who am I talking to! You degenerateeeeee, immoral trashhhhh, absolute gutter trashhhhh!"
Smack Lips scrambled up from where he fell and charged back in, turning the insults up to eleven. But to what end? The warrior orc swung again, and the First Layer Boss, who made zero attempt to defend himself, took the hit straight to the dome.
"If I get my hands on you, I'll tear you to pieces! You thuggg!"
Now it was our turn. It was time for our tank to team up with the totem.
