I watched the battle unfolding in front of me, unable to intervene. The pain in my head was unbearable. I couldn't even take a single step forward; I could barely stand on my feet.
Before my eyes, Diana was dodging the brute's attacks with agile movements. Behind her, the cook surrounded by blue flames was fighting Grivus and his second in command, Morc, all on his own.
With every attack Diana dodged, the brute's expression grew more irritated. He stopped his assault and stepped back before saying:
"You've got good skill. But do you really think you can keep this up?"
"I can… but the real question is, can you?"
I noticed what she seemed to have noticed. His stone like skin was gradually losing its hardness. Clearly, his ability could only last for a limited time. Like most ability users, the longer it was used, the worse the side effects afterward. I knew that from personal experience.
The brute rubbed his head in annoyance and said:
