Power of Totems

"Animal! You green-colored scumbag! What are you doing with that enormous axe?"

Shouting to the warrior orc, fluttering his silk eyelashes, the silvery Thick Lip flew ten paces back with a blow to the middle of his mouth.

"Rimel, don't let the totem die. We'll manage with the potion!"

Sukrucuk needs help, and our healer's totem is just right for the job. It just doesn't have to die.

"Hellooooo. Who am I talking about? Rude, immoral, slum!"

Thick Lip rose from where he had fallen. Increasing the dose of his insults, he attacked, but what good is it? The warrior orc took another hit, the undefended First Tier Boss taking the blow to the head.

"If I ever get my hands on it, I'll bust you! Bandittttttt!"

Now it was our turn. It was time for our tank to team up with the totem.

"Sukrucuk, protect the Thick Lip. Let him do the attack, let him take a hit once in a while!"