The murderous intention filled her mind as Elise drew her machete, redness boring from her eyes. She launched herself at the wolves, her body moving athletically, using her weapon professionally, yet she had never used a knife save for cutting vegetables a few days ago.
But now she was slitting necks, and that too, with skills. It was rather strange how the game screwed her mind.
With Elise taking the lead with her superior agility, the other two were much freer in dealing with the wolves. Ulysses was beautiful as ever, using his abilities without rest. [Mana Cloak] provided him with some defence and agility so that the lone girl wouldn't have to fight on her own in the front.
Moreover, he was helping both of them, either by shooing a translucent emerald fist or by being there in person.