"Here we go again." Raymund sighed. "Your opponents on this mission are just mindless mobs."
The thugs turned their attention away from Elise and came to Olga. The waffle seller climbed onto the table, then jumped up and kicked one of them in the head.
The fight is inevitable. However, the thugs were overwhelmed. None of their fists hit Olga because she was very good at dodging. The red-haired woman just kicked or slammed them, never punching or using any other strikes with her hands.
"Help her, Elise." Raymund gave the order.
Elise was admiring Olga's fluid movement, then looked around for something. It didn't take long until she found a long log, then used it as a weapon.
"Huh? You want to make that move at a time like this?" The god chuckled as Elise took a specific stance. "Well, it's up to you."
The female warrior dashed forward, trying to ignore her wildly bouncing breasts. She then pointed forward the wooden log she was holding.
Charging thrust.