
“Hah! M-Impossible!”
Niguld looked at the fallen ibl*s, a merciless look in his eyes.
“It looks like it's not your lucky day.” He lowered his axe, and all that was left of his opponent was blood and flesh splattered on the ground.
“For what is it, Irena?” Striped niguld. “Stole my quarry?”
“Kukira you jug...