Meanwhile, Vikram glanced once more toward the Heavy-Armored Warhammer Kobold.
The monster was still alive… But only barely.
Its massive body was now little more than a broken shell of iron and flesh. Both legs had been shredded, deep wounds tore across its torso, and one arm hung uselessly at its side. It could no longer even crawl properly.
On the cold stone floor, it writhed weakly while the Guardian Sprout and Warrior Sprout continued to torment it with relentless precision.
If the creature had been capable of calm thought at this moment, it would surely have fallen into complete despair.
Its raw physical strength had been terrifying.
By Vikram's estimation, in a fair close-combat duel, this Heavy-Armored Kobold might have rivaled him… perhaps even surpassed him.
But war was never about fairness.
Vikram had his Sprout Team.
And because of that, he didn't need to shoulder every battle alone.
