The four hobgoblins were slowly walking towards Lanz.
You could hear the soft crunch of leaves under boot and the creak of old armor scraping against itself with each sluggish step.
Above them came the heavier buzz of their lovely pets — four giant f*cking beetles, each one easily the size of a car.
And yet, despite the very really obvious danger of the situation, Lanz was just... standing there... menacingly.
He didn't do any of that — even though he wanted to — he was just there, casually caressing the Aged Blade Fragment with his freaky hands.
"You guys are seriously gonna aura farm on my ass? in broad daylight, as well you know, " he called out. "That's kinda cringe, honestly."
They didn't respond with words, duh. But they sure as hell understood that his mocking them, the vibe gave it away.
The long-spear wielder twitched his jaw sideways, signaling something.
