"Kill the Grimms!"
Our leader roared and moved to stop the Grimms in the sky, while we moved to stop the Grimms below.
They had a chance to safely retreat, not one but two, and they blew it. So, we are not going to let them leave easier and going to kill as many as we can.
I moved and there was a specific target in my mind. This time, I didn't even kill, the weak Grimms, I have come across; the target is far more important than them.
Four and half seconds later, I appeared in front of the Deerman; the same Deerman, who had been present at the final level of the temple of irudin.
It was not part of my group who had fought the eye, but the one fighting down below, keeping those huge tentacles busy. It survived, while many died, and for it, it got the reward.
I want that reward.
