Qin Feng's face was like iron. "We endure."
The attacks came again, blades, spikes, and beams. Without powers, their fight was clumsy, but their will was strong. They threw rocks, swung weapons torn from the constructs, and blocked with shields of metal scraps.
Up above, the entities marveled.
"She refuses to break."
"She drags them with her."
"She is stubborn. Perhaps that is her true strength."
One laughed. "I bid three minutes more."
Another said, "No, I say five."
Another, deeper voice said, "They will not last even seven."
But as the minutes passed, they still stood. Bruised, bleeding, but standing.
At the seventh minute, Deimos's voice broke the silence. "It is strange. Too strange. The girl is calm. Too calm. As if she is waiting for something."
The others frowned. "Waiting? What do you sense, Deimos?"
He paused. Then he said slowly, "She is stalling. Perhaps… she will receive help. We should act now."
The entities gasped.
"Then strike harder!"
