Don't Mess With A Girl's Sweets
I groaned while looking up at the ceiling of the boss room.
My left arm was broken from trying to defend myself against the attack, the column having blasted me all the way to the other side of the hall.
At least I avoided a death blow that would have left me helpless for a long while.
Using my good arm to push myself up, I surveyed the battle and found the situation less than ideal.
Half of the melee fighters were already wiped out and even though the archers were shooting it non stop, the dragon showed no signs of slowing down.
With my broken arm, I won't be able to draw my bow as well so I'm either going to have to hope my summons are enough to kill it, which is very unlikely, or move to fight it in melee range as well.
I grimaced as I got a summon to take out the rope from my backpack, directing her to tie my broken arm against my side to prevent it from flopping around.