198 Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Eight – Yle Tyorm 4yr

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A Warped Champion howled and charged me from behind. I didn't look back as half a ton of stone came down on his head and crushed him flat behind me. His oversized sword chopped down and bit into the stones a half-inch from me, and I mentally wagged a finger at Sergeant Grym above me, who just grinned.

Three berserkers converged on a troll, burning axes rose and hack-hacked as the green-skinned Lesser Jotun shrieked and was chopped down, effectively disarmed first and then just hewed into with burning Weapons that foiled its ability to heal itself.

A great club came crashing down, and Silent Jhon smashed it over to the side with his fangmace, whipping back to send the beak of Crow through its thick neck. Before it could drop its club, Talatha danced up the weapon, inserted her longsword into the gaping wound. Lightning crackled over the ogre's thick skull, its thick body convulsed, and Jhon spun his wife down from up there, both of them ducking low as another ogre swept a great axe over their heads. Their Weapons bit into the back of its knees from opposite directions, hawser-like tendons snapped, and the ogre stumbled and fell.

Grym descended from overhead, and Slag cam