Raising Hell

Nevertheless, I couldn't afford to marvel at the abilities of my enemies, for I had to kill them as swiftly as possible. It was not a given our three elites would win their battles, and I was worried for my ladies as well. The faster I ended these overgrown yellow kittens, the faster I could help my allies out.

To that end, I lunged at the nearest lion-kin. It was a female warrior based on the lack of mane around her neck. She was struggling to regain her footing amidst the icy terrain while shaking frost from her skin. However, even then, she had the presence of mind and swift reflexes that allowed her to raise her claws to block my incoming strike.

I was impressed that she managed to defend herself with how little preparation time she was allotted, but I wasn't overly impressed by her defenses themselves. I wasn't a hybrid build for a reason. The saber in my hand wasn't a decoration, nor was it a mere soul storage artifact.