Arlon moved.
His first targets were the closest monsters—massive, towering non-humanoids that lunged at him with raw, overwhelming strength.
They were fast, but not faster than him.
He weaved between them, blade flashing as he struck vital points with precision.
However, even as he fought, he wasn't thinking about killing them.
It was actually much better if they didn't die.
He was positioning himself.
Each step, each attack, each movement—he made sure to keep these colossal creatures between himself and the barrage of spells coming from the enemy mages.
Using their thick bodies as temporary shields, he cut off the mages' line of sight, reducing their ability to target him accurately.
It was a risky strategy.
He knew it wouldn't last forever.
The moment the boss decided to interfere, she could easily blink past these obstacles and strike at him directly.
But for now, it bought him time.
And time was all he needed.
Unless…
His eyes narrowed slightly.
