"Come on!"
Ambrose narrowly dodged a laser blast from the Bipedal beast by ducking. He skidded backwards, grip around his scythe tightening till his knuckles whitened.
[It's a lower SS-Rank but it still packs a punch.]
"You're telling me."
The blast he just dodged seared a large hole through a mountain hundreds of meters behind him.
ROARRRRRRRR!
The beast roared, the sound sweeping back tens of his orcs before they could get close enough. Even Beherath had to keep his distance, sticking to using spells to buff up his soldiers as they tried getting close to the beast again.
Ambrose summoned the chains of Delirium, seamlessly attaching them around the shaft of Grave Keeper. He propelled himself forward like a living missile, blue flames erupting from the soles of his feet.
He raised the scythe, his orcs making way for him when he drew near enough.
SLASH.
He sent a huge horizontal slash at the beast's neck after whipping the chains around a few times.
