"Marla! Stand aside!"
A savage roar suddenly broke through from the back of the crowd.
The one-eyed man wielded a crescent axe, a massive axe head as large as a human face, which whipped through the air with a menacing 'whoosh'.
The heavy mass, a huge iron chunk, exuded immense intimidation.
Without much effort, the one-eyed man cleared a path for Lann through the bandits blocking him. Normally, this was a laborious ordeal.
Because usually, they would band together to loot treasures, abduct women, or simply for the thrill of chopping down some live bodies.
It's not easy to drive them away when they're at an advantage.
But now?
The bandits who originally surrounded Lann found it hard to even stand before him.
They hadn't encountered an enemy like this before.
No matter how desperately they resisted, the person clutched in his grip found themselves unable to budge his arm; that strength felt anything but human! More like that of a Titan!
