It was a mess from the very first second.
Hyun had known it would be. Four people who had never fought together before tonight, two of them injured, all of them exhausted, throwing everything they had at the same two targets at the same time. There was no plan beyond that, and no time for one.
His ink went out in a spray of arrows, a dozen at once, coming at the Butcher from every side. Areum came in on his left with her good hand blazing. Gun-woo's sand surged across the floor toward Haemin, and Sujin's roots tore up through the concrete all around them, reaching.
Areum's heat caught one of his arrows as it passed in front of her. It hissed and boiled and fell apart into black steam, and Hyun felt it like a slap across his arm. He flinched, and so did Areum.
"Sorry," she gasped, already ducking away. "Your stuff was in my way."
"My stuff was here first," Hyun said through his teeth.
