Ironblood Beastmaster's plan had been solid. But reality? Reality delivered a swift and brutal blow.
The moment Ironblood Beastmaster hit the ground, Ironblood Falcon cried out—Ryan's Judgment landed clean, stripping 200 health and sending him crashing down like a stone.
It only took a few regular swings for Ironblood Falcon's health to plummet. The extra holy damage from the Radiant Light enchantment wasn't helping him either—it only made things worse.
Now, Ryan was left standing with roughly 200 health. On the enemy side, a Rogue and a Warlock still stood at full strength. His only ally, a Warrior, was barely hanging on at half health.
But in both camps, there was the same thought.
'Victory is ours!'
The Warlock, Ironblood Demon, turned and began to flee, flinging spells behind him as he ran. Small bursts of damage chipped away at their already fragile health pools. His summoned imp scampered around, hurling tiny fireballs at Ryan like an annoying wasp that wouldn't quit.
