Smoke curled from the hillside, thick and black against the pale afternoon sun. Shouts turned to screams as the second wave of bandits stumbled in confusion, clutching ears and limbs, several writhing on the ground as flames licked the underbrush.
The explosion had shattered more than just bones—it shattered their momentum.
From his crouched position behind the rock, Inigo peeked over and gave a satisfied nod. "Hell of a message."
Korrik grunted from the front line, brushing off a smear of blood that wasn't his. "Got any more of those?" he barked while parrying a spear strike and slamming his shield into the attacker's chest hard enough to snap ribs.
"Plenty," Inigo muttered.
Another flick through the system interface. His fingers twitched instinctively, already familiar with the routine.
[Item Purchased: M18 Smoke Grenade – Red]
[Deploy? Yes.]