Monlo soldiers were dropping like flies. The number advantage they had quickly diminished into nothing within moments. Slimo was getting closer and closer to the back. The man in the Fleece charged toward Slimo out of nowhere, which was something he never expected to happen. He braced his broadsword and block the incoming attack with ease.
"Well... if it isn't our little friend here right on the front lines with us!"
Slimo grit his teeth, his eyes fueling with a sudden rage.
"Tell me, how is that sweet older brother of yours doing? Did he enjoy seeing his own brother betray him?"
Slimo screamed and threw his sword at the man wildly. The man easily dodged his swipe and threw a counterattack perfectly. It clashed against Slimo's armor, denting it slightly. Slimo threw himself back and held is head.
'What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so... angry?!'
