“Dale, you make striking these Beasts look so easy!” “Helps to have both fists,” Dale muttered offhandedly, fully focused on using the nimble Bashers to train his pugilistic accuracy. He threw a few combination punches that stunned the Beast he was focused on, not bothering to use the Runes on his weapons to finish it off. Rose snorted loudly, attempting not to laugh at the unintentional insult. Tom’s arm was mostly regrown at this point, but he hadn’t had any work done yet to restore anything past his wrist. Tom lifted his handless arm in what was a poor attempt at a rude gesture.
