"Shh! Shh! Shh!"
A furry long tail gently swings behind, used to maintain the body's balance.
The lightweight figure of Sasha from the Spotted Cat race morphs into a phantom shadow, with soft and highly resilient pads at his feet allowing him to dissipate the impact energy of moving to the maximum extent. The power of the two short swords in his hands is fully unleashed, every slash bringing down a Fishman underling, reaping life with incredibly high efficiency.
With limited manpower, the half orc Alton no longer has the luxury to hide at the back of the battlefield playing the lyre to buff the group, now entangled in a struggle with an elite level Fishman guard with four arms.
His short stature grants him agile mobility, darting swiftly between the legs, his short dagger leaving wound after wound on the enemy.
Such slippery combat tactics agitate the Fishman guard immensely, recklessly thrusting the fish spear down, only for the spearhead to be lodged into the ship's deck.
