"What a great display of teamwork." Bruto clutched his waist, looking up at Lancelot. "I should get half the credit for this, right?"
"A third, no more." Lancelot shook his head. "Take care of the one behind me, and I'll give you two-thirds."
The skeleton knight, who had just taken a kick to the face, propped himself up on his longsword, half-kneeling on the ground, clearly recovering from the dizziness. On the other side, Tanya was in a very dangerous situation, surrounded by two enemies. She had just been struck on the thigh, and the pain was distorting her combat movements, making her look incredibly distressed.
Although Lancelot hadn't yet made his move, one of the two skeleton knights was forced to withdraw from the battle to avoid being ambushed by him, which significantly eased the pressure on the half-elf.
