Duke watched as the old soldier died in front of him, his blood splattering onto Duke's face.
He didn't have time to mourn, as he felt a gust of wind from behind, carrying a stench.
Without looking back, Duke pushed off with his foot, leaping a dozen meters away.
The next moment, a dull sound came from behind him.
Turning back, he saw the two-headed ogre closing in rapidly, trying to stomp Duke to death, but missed.
Duke felt a sense of lingering fear; if not for his quick reflexes, he'd have been crushed into pulp.
After missing its stomp, the two-headed ogre was visibly angry and grabbed the remaining old soldier nearby.
Before the soldier could react, the ogre tore him in half, blood raining down.
The two-headed ogre seemed unsatisfied, mumbling to itself in defiance and vowing to squash the bothersome pest ahead.
Seeing the two-headed ogre about to charge, Duke breathed in deeply, "Skill Tree, add points!"
