Dexter studied the routine movements of the mob repeatedly, looking at every point where the one roaming ogre stopped by before coming back near the entrance.
'This one is good for a bigger pull, but we're not doing hardcore adventure so there is no need to make it seem that way...'
'A small pull is enough. The problem is it'll take too much time... and a bigger pull could wipe us out if the healer can't heal at the exact time.'
'Well, I could just resurrect everyone after dying from a wrong move... so, no problem here.'
Cracking his neck, he stared at Stella and the Numbers.
"Number Six and Ena, study my movements, okay? Also, no one does anything except follow me... No attacks, no heals, no spells, none... unless I tell you to."
"And Baby, don't let me die..." Dexter said smiling at Stella.
Transforming both of his Guillotine Blades into a Mace and a Shield, Dexter waited until the roaming Ogre came into the third point.
