Monke and the Unique Sisters

Before, subduing people with my strength was such a goddamn chore. Now? It was a cakewalk.

Dodging a swing of an axe with a sidestep, I immediately countered with a hook to the face, the orc who attacked me dropping to the ground in a heartbeat. Instead of celebrating my victory against the unconscious orc, I blocked another attack with the handle of my hammer and pushed it off.

The human who was holding the sword, the one who attacked me, was thrown back slightly as he stumbled. Capitalizing on the vulnerability, I kicked the man's gonads, resulting in him dropping to the ground with foam coming from his mouth.

Behind me, I saw Oshurkova yawning as she knocked three monsters with one swing of her hand unconscious. Of course, the reason wasn't the swing of her hand, but the water encasing their heads as they felt all the air diminish inside their bodies.