The first sect elder managed to land a fire spell on one scarecrow, setting part of it ablaze.
But the other rushed in, slashing across his side.
"They could have attacked us together if they wanted to… These bastards are toying with us," he growled.
"Exactly," the second sect elder muttered, dodging a spear-thrust from his enemy. "They're stalling. What the leader said was true—we're being used as whetstones for those weird demon bears."
The third sect elder stabbed one scarecrow in the chest with a spear of Spirit light. It fell, but its partner leapt onto his back, clawing at his shoulders. He roared and blasted it off.
"Aaaaaah! Why… why can't we just attack that f**king bastard who's mocking us? Look at him—he's drinking and chatting with that lady who came out of nowhere!
