This wretched bastard! (Loraz PoV)

"And where do you think you are going?" 

Madam's voice rooted Loraz on the spot. 

'This damn…'

He tightened his feasts, holding his breath in while his expression froze. 

"There are still humans left for us to kill," Loraz spoke as he raised his hand and pointed at the messier and messier situation to their right. 

By now, their companions were all scattered, giving ground without a fight in a desperate attempt to retreat and close their ranks. 

Even though they have never trained to fight one by one their varying abilities suited this kind of combat… In the heat of the moment, everyone instinctively looked for the others. 

In that kind of brutal brawl, there was no room for mercy or second thoughts. And no matter how strong one could be, the sheer advantage of human numbers…