Grasping at Realization.
Activating the flame enchantment of the {Burning Spirit} was like rolling a die.
Rolling a six meant using the insane boost to murder the enemy. Rolling a one meant certain death. If the enemy managed to get even a single good hit in, it was as good as over. A ninety percent decrease in defense wasn't something small. Rather, it was a wide chasm. And falling into that chasm meant never rising again.
Hence, he needed to make sure there was no room for a counterattack, or even for simple breathing. He had to utterly demolish his enemy.
And as such, with a roar filled with emotions, he smashed his fists forward. The four-headed {Chaos Troll} there a jab at him as well. Their fists collided, and a shockwave made the bedrock tremble violently.
However, this was just the start...
Retracting his most, Cain didn't even wait for the second to elapse as he threw another with his left hand.