82 Enemy Plans

A lone Monster stood.

Wounded and fatigued.

Around it, a circle made up of 12 others.

And around that circle, a larger one.

Made up of an unknown number of Corrupted Dark Elves, hidden and ready to shoot their deadly arrows.

Most of the encircled Monster's endurance had been used up.

And the Monster knew that.

It could feel it.

Its breathing had become heavy.

Uncontrolled.

The slight irritation that the dryness of its throat provoked had to be suppressed.

No false moves could be made.

Not here.

Not now.

The circles made by its enemies had turned into a rope.

And the Monster couldn't afford any false moves.

Not with the deadly rope loosely tied around its neck.

'Should I call out Levi? Did he recover enough by now? Calling him out could at least confuse-'

A Corrupted Dark Elf moved.

The Monster attacked.

STUCH-

The Corrupted Dark Elf stepped back.

The Monster had been wounded.

'I don't get it...'

An arrow had pierced its fists once more.