Perhaps unable to stand by any longer, only having managed to land a single half-decent hit this whole time, Olga gritted her teeth behind her helmet, her nostrils flaring as if emitting steam.
Releasing her hammer and shield, the absurdly heavy equipment dropped to the ground with great thuds, causing indents just by falling that short distance from her hands.
"Shena... I'll save you."
Raising her heavy-armour gauntlets into fists, she charged forth with renewed vigour and speed.
The opposing Demon only gazed lazily at her, his foot still pressing firmly down on the archer's back.
During that time frame, there was surely an opportunity to easily increase the pressure and crush her spine or even just kill her, but for some reason, Alasil decided not to, instead pulling the girl up by the collar and holding her casually in front of him like a human shield.
"Relentless, aren't you. You want it?"
"Let her go, you son of a bitch...!"
