The speed was so fast that the mercenaries couldn't even react in time; many people cast their spells right into thin air or halfway through their incantations.
Sol's reaction was quick; he tried to intercept O'Neill directly.
But unlike the previous one-on-one fight, this time when he tried to do so, several Tiger-men withdrew to O'Neill's side, and together they charged at him, forcefully pushing back his attack.
By the time the other mercenaries caught up to Sol, the beastmen had already vanished without a trace.
"Useless!" Sol couldn't help but curse at the group of mercenaries.
In the end, he could only swallow his rage.
"I don't know, those beastmen were too fierce. A split second of distraction and you'd get knocked flying. All our attention was on handling them; we simply couldn't spare any effort."
"This group of beastmen is too cunning—it's all intentional."
"It seems like their only goal is to capture people."
"..."
