Zaine grabbed onto the wall, holding on to stop himself from falling
Dungeon traps
He HATES dungeon traps
It was never just one either,there had to be multiple. As if the beasts didn't already have enough of an advantage.
Even worse,it wasn't just the ground. It could be the wall, even the fucking ceiling. Literally EVERYWHERE was fair game.
They were also usually invisible to the naked eye, usually.
Their first unfortunate encounter with these things as a kid had been a fucking ice attribute beartrap to the leg. It still itched to this day at random times for some reason.
Grunting he looked at the orc cheif. It's frame was massive, and it's weapon was larger than him. Luckily it didn't seem too powerful.
Roaring in some language he didn't understand, the green skinned brute slammed it's fist against its chest,its tribal markings lighting up.
"Crap"
[Charge!]
[Flames of rage]
[Soul gun]
Multiple shots flew towards the orc, slamming into it and harmlessly dissipating.
