Luke's dagger dug under its jaw and into its head and when he pulled it out, the shaman dropped dead to the floor.
"Tch. An annoying opponent." Luke hissed. Although he complained, he was completely fine. None of the attacks had touched him. Even his hand which he used to block was completely unscathed. That arm had been coated with mana which prevented the attack from reaching his skin.
"And that's how you take care of an annoying opponent." Obed smiled.
Elisa had been too focused on Luke's fight that she didn't even notice the punches that sounded like drums had stopped.
Obed's opponent had its head bashed into the ground while its leg was up.
"Yeah well, it's time we took care of the others." Luke cracked his neck and ran to the nearest enemy.
"Quite impatient I see." Obed did the same thing.