Mike hesitated, uncertain of his next move. He knew the value of initiative, but charging in like some brainless Grave Stalker felt like a death sentence.
His enemies decided for him. The leader advanced, anger smoldering in his eyes. He gripped his greatsword in both hands, its tip angled toward the ground. The other man remained stationary, but his lips moved, mumbling an incantation in a language Mike didn’t recognize.
Mike could only set
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