The fight dragged on longer than Arthur expected.
Sweat gathered on his skin. His breathing grew a bit heavier from all the action. Yet the squad maintained steady pressure, gradually turning the tide. They used the environnt when possible, driving the ogres toward uneven ground and limiting their movent.
Little by little, the monsters’ formation began to collapse.
One of the bulky guards fell first after a coordinated series of attacks to its joints. The second followed soon after, separated from the rare type and overwheld by focused damage.
With its protectors gone, the second class ogre lasted only a few more exchanges before the captain’s axe ended the battle.
Silence returned.
Arthur released a breath he had not realized he was holding. The tension in his shoulders finally loosened.
Around him, the others also relaxed slightly, exhaustion visible but controlled. No loud celebration, just quiet relief and professional efficiency.
"Good work," the captain said simply.
They gathered the loot together, sharing materials according to procedure. The process was smooth, practiced. No argunts. No confusion.
Arthur watched quietly, appreciating the discipline.
So this was how an experienced squad operated.
The captain gave a final nod once everything was secured. "Check yourselves. We move deeper."
Weapons were adjusted. Bags secured. Formation restored.
The brief mont of relief faded as the dungeon stretched ahead, dark and silent, promising more battles to co.
Arthur steadied his breathing and tightened his grip walking with the group in silence as they pushed deeper into the dungeon. The air still carried the faint sll of blood from the previous fight, yet his mind was not on the scent or the darkness around them. It stayed on the battle he had just witnessed.
A real party fight.
Everyone had moved with purpose, and each person understood their role without confusion. There was no panic, no wasted motion, and no reckless charge. They trusted each other, and because of that trust, the monsters had fallen.
Arthur exhaled slowly.
"This is how a proper team fights..."
His voice was low, almost thoughtful, but Ryn beside him heard it.
"You learn fast, I saw your involvent in the last fight," Ryn said calmly.
Arthur gave a small smile. "I just pay attention and it cos out right."
And he truly did pay attention. To every movent, every command, every reaction. He stored them quietly and was able to do sa he was to.
The formation tightened again as they walked, and Arthur took his position within it. This ti, however, he noticed sothing he had overlooked before. One of the explorers had moved ahead slightly, his senses stretched outward like an invisible net.
A scout.
The man suddenly raised a hand.
"Contact ahead," he reported, his voice firm but controlled. "Three first-class ogres."
The group stopped imdiately.
Arthur felt the shift in the air.
The captain’s voice followed at once.
"Formation tighten. Prepare for engagent."
The team responded like a single body.
Arthur moved with them, and this ti the structure made sense to him. He had observed the last battle carefully, and now he understood where to stand, when to step forward, and when to fall back. The formation was not random. It was a living system, adjusting constantly.
They advanced.
Soon the three ogres ca into view.
Massive bodies. Thick green skin. Muscles like twisted stone. Their yellow eyes locked onto the explorers, and instead of charging wildly, they moved toward each other.
Arthur narrowed his eyes.
"They’re grouping..."
The ogres closed ranks quickly, standing shoulder to shoulder, forcing a tight battlefield that would limit movent and make direct assault difficult.
It should have been troubleso.
But the captain only raised his axe slightly.
"Execute."
His command rang out sharply.
Several explorers rushed forward, drawing the monsters’ attention. Shields slamd against heavy limbs, weapons struck and withdrew, and controlled shouts echoed through the dungeon. They did not seek to kill. They provoked.
Arthur found himself among them.
"Rear line support!" the captain called.
Arthur raised his hand imdiately. Flas gathered at his palm, and he released a fireball toward an ogre’s face. The explosion forced the creature to turn, breaking its focus and opening space for the close-range fighters.
He did not try to overpower it. He simply followed the rhythm.
Around him, the true damage dealers moved.
A warrior with twin blades dashed low and fast, cutting behind an ogre’s knees with precise slashes. Another explorer coated his spear in condensed mana, thrusting repeatedly into weak joints with brutal efficiency. A shield bearer slamd forward, disrupting the monster’s balance and exposing its side.
Arthur watched everything while continuing his attacks.
This was different from chaotic fights he had known before. Each skill connected with another, and each action created an opening for soone else.
Ryn fought nearby.
Unlike the others, his attacks did not appear overwhelming. His strikes were simple, clean, and almost quiet. Yet every blow landed exactly where it needed to be. When an ogre raised its arm, Ryn was already moving. When it stepped forward, he shifted before the motion completed.
It was as if he knew what would happen before it did.
Arthur frowned slightly.
That strange pressure again.
The sa feeling the bronze squad had once ntioned. The sense that Ryn stood one step ahead of the battle itself.
Arthur focused more carefully and then noticed it.
The flow of mana.
It moved along Ryn’s body in a controlled pattern, reinforcing muscles at precise monts. Power gathered only where needed, never wasted. The rhythm felt familiar.
Arthur’s eyes sharpened.
The commander.
He had seen the sa thod during their spar. The way mana circulated, the way it strengthened motion instead of forcing it.
"So he learned from her..."
It made sense. Ryn’s class relied on physical reinforcent, and this technique suited him perfectly. No wonder his movents felt so efficient.
Arthur did not stare long. His instincts pushed him to observe the entire battlefield instead. Years of surviving in dangerous environnts had taught him to never focus on one threat.
As he watched the fight intensify.
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