[-6] [-6] [-6]
John watched the red single digits of damage flare above the monster Luke was currently attacking. A genuine smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The damage output was staggering compared to their initial, pathetic attempts.
'Luckily, he had the luck to pump Strength,' John thought, his body moving on instinct. He ducked low, feeling the displacement of air as three Fog Seekers lunged simultaneously, their claw pincers snapping at the space where his head had been a second before.
'Tsk! Dealing with this many is becoming tiring. They aren't just getting more numerous; they're getting more aggressive. It's taking too much time to put them down!'
*Roar!* *Roar!* *Roar!*
