He met Gorgon's charge.
The resulting collision of two ten-foot-tall behemoths shook the entire shopping mall.
Clobber was brave. Clobber was strong. Clobber was also completely outmatched.
Gorgon's hammer came down, and Clobber's brief but heroic stand came to a very messy end.
But it was enough. Isabelle, Lillith, Reina, and Fenris scrambled out of the dungeon, emerging back into the gray, polluted air of the outside world.
They were battered, shaken, and now two members short.
The ogres, led by a roaring Gorgon, pursued them out of the entrance.
"They're overconfident,"
Ragnar whispered, his eyes narrowing. He watched as the dozen ogres poured out into the open street, leaving the safety of their Domain.
"They think we're beaten. Isabelle. Now."
Isabelle spun around, her face a mask of cold fury.
"Wrecking Crew," she commanded, her voice like ice.
"Avenge our fallen."
The ogres, caught in the open, suddenly faced a coordinated counter-attack.
