Slam!
The ogre on the left fell just as quickly and Myriad Arrows appeared above it.
"One other left?" He glanced to the side and looked at the ogre that was still struggling to stand up.
"Its health is down already. You take care of that. I'll take care of the chieftain." Jake looked beyond the fallen barricade.
There was no one left, bar an old ogre.
The ogre had gray skin, quite different from the other ogres. Wrinkles covered its skin, and the chieftain looked at Jake with pitiful eyes.
It had a staff in its right hand and a bracelet of beads in the other. With small, black eyes that almost closed down, it looked like it was about to go to sleep.
And it was much, much smaller than the other ogres. The chief was almost Jake's height, and for most monsters, that was pitifully low.
"So, you are the last one left." Jake stretched his hands and gripped his sword.