Dahlia and the others stared up at the massive [Forest Guardian], their mouths slightly open.
The giant golem loomed over the arena, shaking it with every step.
Arden rubbed the back of his head nervously, whirling, turning toward Gaiorn.
"Uh... Master, what if that thing is our opponent? What would we even do? We can't just punch and kick it, right?"
Dahlia nodded quickly.
"Yeah, and we can't put that thing in an armbar either."
Clara folded her arms, frowning.
"Even if we tried, I think it'll just catch us and use us as toothpicks."
Garion crossed his arms, thinking of a moment before turning to them.
"Hmm... if it were me, I'd just fight it slowly. Its body is made from wood and vines, right? We could just break its legs first, then work our way up."
Arden blinked. "You mean like... tree-cutting?"
Garion shrugged. "Exactly. Just a very violent version of it."
Eliza sighed sadly. "That's... a terryging simple plan, master."
Garion laughed.
