(More to be updated later)
Just then, the long-awaited Warhammer finally arrived. Bruto charged to the rear of the Demon, swinging the Warhammer with all his might at the Demon's backward-bent knee. The hard carapace was especially vulnerable under the blunt-force Warhammer, and with one strike, the Dwarf knocked the Demon off balance, causing its nearly certain hit to miss Lancelot by a wide margin.
Another petite figure drifted down from the air like a falling leaf, her iron club glowing dark red as it spun rapidly like a windmill, finally landing precisely on the unsuspecting Demon's head. Lancelot just turned around, dodging the yellow-green brain matter that spurted from the humanoid mantis, but Bruto wasn't so lucky—he was drenched in the disgusting pus, and half of the Demon's skull cap landed on his Helmet.
"Damn it!" Bruto flung the sticky keratinous piece far away, "That's disgusting, ugh..."
