Conditions

"How strong are these damned demons?!" In the cave, Karo was riddled with wounds, fending off two Gralith that were charging into the room.

Velmira hovered at the side, worry evident on her face. She might act prideful with others, but she wanted to be gentler around Karo. "Just run, you!"

Hearing her, he rolled his eyes. "It's not 'you,' it's Karo!"

"Karo..." she echoed, recalling his name.

"Any ideas, any weaknesses?" he demanded, landing a kick on one Gralith to send it flying, but the second one lunged right after.

"These Gralith are vulnerable to sensory attacks," she explained. "They're hypersensitive to sound and light, so it throws them off."

"Fuck!" he cursed, feeling the situation worsen. He had no sensory-type techniques.