Canna looked at the trolls; if a while ago his chances were 50/50, now they were 10/100, he was holding on to that last hope that he would be able to win against his adversaries if he engaged smartly in this fight.
This time, Canna let the troll charge at him instead. It quickly covered the distance with a few steps.
When the warrior troll was in range, it roared and swung his club. Canna nimbly dodged the blow and countered with a swift slash to the troll's side.
The troll howled in pain, but it only seemed to fuel his rage. He charged at Canna with renewed ferocity.
Meanwhile, the mage troll began muttering incantations, and tendrils of magic snaked toward Canna. With quick reflexes, Canna summoned a water shield to block the spell fired at him.
The shield absorbed the impact, but Canna knew he couldn't hold off both trolls for long. He sent the water arrows hastily, firing at the troll mage's head with great accuracy. If he wanted to win, he must take out the mage first.
Summoning all the water arrows he could conjure, Canna devised a plan. He feigned a stumble, making the warrior troll believe he had the upper hand. As the troll lunged, Canna rolled to the side, causing the warrior to crash into the mage. The mage's concentration broke, and his spell backfired, causing an explosion on both of them.
Canna wasn't idle; while the trolls were tied up, he fired all the water arrows on their vital parts, neck, head, and knees, trying to hinder them while he could.
The trolls were dazed after the numerous water arrows fired at their heads; Canna sprang to his feet and delivered a series of precise strikes to the warrior troll, weakening him further. The mage shrieked in frustration. Canna knew he had to act quickly to defeat them both, or their regeneration would kick in, and all of his efforts would be for naught.
Drawing upon Mortem's teachings, Canna channeled all his remaining energy into a final, powerful strike. He plunged his dagger into the ground, sending a mana shockwave through the earth. The force of the blow gravely injured the incapacitated trolls.
The warrior troll, now severely wounded, tried to rise but collapsed under his own weight. The mage, weakened and disoriented, attempted to conjure another spell, but Canna was faster. With a swift, decisive move, he thrusts his left dagger to the troll mage's head and one dagger to its forehead.
The warrior troll, defeated and powerless, lay on the ground groaning in pain. Canna slowly walks over to him, about to deliver the final strike, chest heaving with exertion. He planned carefully to ensure he wouldn't waste energy on any unnecessary movement or spell; he slowly felt relieved that the battle was almost over.
A mistake he would have to pay for dearly.
The troll lay in his stomach, the back of his head completely exposed. Canna prepared himself for the final strike when, without any warning, the troll mage's body suddenly moved. In a second, it crashed into him. His body flew straight into the wall violently.
The sound of bones breaking was heard. His eyes were blurry, and blood came out of every orifice in his body. He could slightly see the troll warrior using the mage's body as a weapon.
A thunderous roar echoed from the portal as a gigantic wolf emerged, standing an impressive twelve feet tall. Reacting swiftly, Canna infused himself with mana and summoned his dagger just in time to parry a fierce blow aimed at his head. The creature moved with incredible speed, prompting Canna to quickly assess its stats.
[Name: ???]
Level: 40
Race: Two-Headed Wolf
Rank: Medium Rating
Class: Wolf Vanguard
HP: 80/80
MP: 175/175
Strength: 50
Speed: 150
Defense: 30
Intelligence: 80
Agility: 140
Stamina: 60
Vitality: 60
"Time for round two," Tonitrum sneered, observing Canna deflecting the wolf's relentless onslaught.