Olga was already there when I stumbled toward the gap, her body taking the brunt of the storm. She planted her feet wide, magic greatsword wedged sideways across her chest like a steel crossbar, and every time a minion slammed into her, sparks leapt off the blade.
She wasn't built to tank, not like the shield-bearers, but she gritted her teeth and held on all the same, roaring curses so vile I thought even the monsters might be offended.
"Hurry the fuck up, you bastard, someone gotta fill in this gap, god damn it, fine, I'll do it!" she bellowed at us, muscles straining as another three bark-things clawed over her sword onto her pretty face.
…
I hestitated for a moment.
I guess this was where I have to make a stand for myself.
"I'll be there!" I yelled.
Not before long, I stood still in the middle of formation, next to archers pumping arrow, supports drinking mana potions, and mages trembling fingers.
