The longer the fight dragged on, the more her stamina would wane. By the time Zion recovered, she might already be exhausted, pinned in place as the monsters’ sole target. And if fatigue dulled her movements, if she failed to dodge even once, the outcome would be disastrous.
Hearing her command, the warriors suddenly had an epiphany. Their eyes widened for a moment, then hardened with determination. Without wasting time, they spread out, encircling the two rampaging ogres.
The monsters didn’t even spare the werewolves a glance as they barreled forward in their berserk frenzy. The warriors quickly realized that even if they all joined forces at once, the ogres’ sheer power might still drag them forward.
So instead, they made a tactical decision to focus on one ogre at a time. By pooling their strength against a single target, they could pin it down long enough for Addison to strike the killing blow.
Once one ogre fell, the second would be far easier to contain, and they could repeat the same strategy to finish the fight.
Once the idea was set, everyone relayed it through the mindlink and moved with seamless coordination. Just like they had done with the second ogre, the warriors swarmed the third ogre, this time with even greater precision.
Not one or two, but at least three werewolves sank their fangs into each of its limbs, locking it down with sheer force.
Addison seized the opening, dashing forward. She slipped past the first ogre’s frenzied swings, keeping enough distance to avoid being toppled by the violent gusts of wind each strike generated.
The choice to target the third ogre became clear as it was the smarter move. The first one had already lost its weapon and couldn’t immediately uproot another tree, not while they were fighting in the middle of the wide road, which was practically a clearing.
To get another weapon, it would need to run to the treeline on the side or to its dead third brother, and by then Addison and the others could already finish off the third ogre and turn their full strength against the last.
After all, without a weapon, the ogre’s reach was severely reduced, giving the warriors more opportunities to close in and strike. Leaving the third ogre for last would have only made things harder, but taking it down first ensured the fight would be much easier to handle.
Addison slipped her sword into her magic bag, freeing herself to run at full speed without the weight of her sword slowing her down. She darted forward unhindered, careful not to get too close to the first ogre as she weaved past its frenzied movements.
In mere moments, she reached the third ogre, which thrashed violently under the grip of the werewolves pinning it down.
It wasn’t until Addison closed the distance, barely three meters away, that the first ogre realized something was wrong. Its brother hadn’t followed and was instead being restrained by dozens of snapping jaws and clawed grips.
But by the time the monster understood, it was already too late. Addison stood before the pinned ogre, drew her sword from the magic bag in one fluid motion, and with a decisive strike, brought the blade down.
The third ogre struggled weakly against the warriors’ relentless grip, unable to break free. It roared furiously at Addison, but before its rage could be unleashed, its world spun upside down.
Only then did it realize, too late, that its head had been severed from its body. With eyes wide open in shock, the ogre’s head hit the ground, and its life ended in an instant.

’What’s going on?!’ Addison panicked inwardly as the once slow ogre suddenly surged forward with terrifying speed. It barreled straight into the warriors beside her, its massive body slamming them into the trees with a sickening crash.
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