The team's trek under the blazing sun was about to pay off.
Crouching in the bushes, they looked ahead. Just as Cody had said, two Cat Demons were curled up napping under a tree, while another, having just finished eating, was licking its paws.
The last one was making a show of looking around, but it was clearly lethargic and seemed half-asleep.
Bain glanced at Cody. The team's new Assassin understood the signal immediately. He reversed his grip on his Short Knife and took a slow, deep breath.
Cat Demons weren't Goblins; they were much harder to deal with. Though there were only four enemies to their five, three of their party were unreliable rookies. If they charged in head-on, victory was certain, but injuries would be inevitable.
It was normal for Adventurers to carry wounds—for instance, the injuries several team members had sustained in their last battle still hadn't fully healed, even after a trip to the church.
