The Gray Ateles Mortises assisting the elite had circled to their front, attacking one time.
None did real damage to the human trio.
However, not only were the three of them stopped in their advance, but they were pushed back, too, towards the rather unwholesome arms of the elite.
The only good thing about what happened was the fact that the deathly, spider-eating monkeys had already scrambled for safety right after attacking.
Around twenty-five seconds…
Based on how suffocating the sensations were, that was the amount of time they had left.
The elite Ateles Mortis wasted no time, brandishing its legblade cleaver, this time at Daru.
It was so sure that its target would be felled.
After all, if even the inferior ones of his race could send them flying, they should die from a single strike from it, or at least be left with multiple broken bones, effectively sealing their fate.
But…no…
