Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Sorte Part Three

“It’s Cutler.” Miranda recognized the person who tackled Raja. However, the enemy commander wasn’t human. Standing two and a half meters tall, he was a half-man half-lion, dressed like a Pharaoh and armed with a pair of long bronze knives.

“We’d just split up a minute ago,” he cackled behind his feral smile. “Who would’ve thought that I’d be the one who finds you first.”

Back on his feet, Raja dashed toward him, with shields and spears appearing in his hands. However, Cutler dodged all his thrusts, as well as Chief Bess’s arrows flying toward him with such godly speed and grace that he got a chance to bite Raja’s fifth arm. He yelped in pain, though he managed to smack the enemy commander with one of his shields, stumbling him several yards before hiding behind a tree to avoid the arrows.

“Sloppy as usual, Raja,” Cutler taunted. “Still in your first-stage form? It’s a waste that your god chose your pampered hide.”

Raja bared his gritting teeth at him.