The ceiling was collapsing. Beyond just dirt and sand pouring down like dust, fist-sized rocks were sharpening into points and falling to the ground.
"GROOAR!"
The minotaurs hurriedly swung their weapons up to deflect the falling stones. Some of the boulders rolling down were even bigger than the minotaurs' heads. Hagenti raised his corpse-shield to block a boulder falling toward the top of his head.
And the enemy didn't miss that opening.
Thwip thwip!
Holes punched through Hagenti's thigh. The muscle was too thick for them to leave deep wounds, but the wind arrows the cookie elves shot were like heated needles, lodging in his thigh and creating holes.
If even Hagenti was in that state, the other minotaurs weren't doing much better.
PSSHHT!
