He launched sideways just as Veyne's glaive came down where his chest had been. The blade sank two inches into stone before being wrenched free.
Wind howled around Quinlan's body now, with his hair whipping, his limbs blurring.
"[Gale Rush]."
He blurred toward Daron with fists cocked back for a punch.
A flaming aura ignited around his arm as he slammed it forward.
"[Ignis Break]!"
The fire-infused strike collided with Daron's spear haft, sending a shockwave through the arena. Sparks flew. Stone shattered. And Daron, to his credit, only slid a few feet before replanting his stance.
Quinlan had to admit, he was in trouble. 'So this is what they can do with preparation and teamwork...'
They moved like clockwork. Covering each other's blind spots. Trading aggro. Using terrain.
Every time Quinlan tried to isolate one, the other two boxed him in.
