"Daru!" Caleb's worried shout echoed through the white ribbon again.
After being momentarily distracted by the three Damnedlings' arrival, Rocante immediately got back to hunting Daru down.
Of course, Ascalon, Lesha, and Gris did not waste the free chances to strike, despite their worries, lunging and passing through like ghosts and inflicting shallow wounds upon the hulking horror.
They looked like a hunting pack of wolves.
Only, their bites weren't so effective, and their alpha was one casual hit away from perishing.
"Damn it, you big idiot, hit me! Me!!" Caleb cursed, not even bothering to utilize his bony body's speed anymore.
Instead, in hopes of snatching Rocante's attention, he stood his ground and focused on attacking from the side.
But nothing he did mattered.
Ashen clouds billowed with every crash of the hulking monstrosity's huge stone greatsword, and all of the strikes landed close to Daru.
Daru never stopped looking for an opportunity to fight back.
