But no matter how much he desired to join in, he knew perfectly well that this wasn't a real fight. Yoruha wasn't here to defeat the pair. She was just buying time, waiting for him to make his move while he got their attention.
He didn't need to give instructions using [Master's Link]. His girls understood what they had to do.
Blossom flickered into ghostly mist, slipping toward his side. Ayame's hand was already on her blade, her body angled protectively so that she could defend others while running toward. Aurora's staff hummed with layered enchantments, shields flaring over the group. Seraphiel's bowstring was drawn, arrow ready to snap the moment anything came near.
They all knew. They had to leave now.
Morgana noticed the change instantly. Her head snapped toward Quinlan.
"You're going nowhere!" she roared.
Her staff swung, and the spell she unleashed was aimed directly at Quinlan and his party. A spear of condensed water split the air, too fast to dodge.
But then…
