In the entire arena, everyone was stunned by Vanh's brutal show of power. Killing was forbidden, and that sneak attack had been insanely dangerous—it easily could've taken a life.
But the moment he pulled his sword out, everyone saw that he'd hit non-vital organs. High Humans were tough; a wound like that rarely killed unless help came too late.
The Fighter collapsed on the ground, coughing up blood.
Vanh looked at Nayara, and that hateful smile of his wouldn't leave his face.
"So? You gonna actually shoot or what? If you wait too long... I don't think he'll get another chance."
The wounded guy dragged himself away. He was out of the fight for sure.
Nayara took a deep breath. That one man's power had been enough to completely shut down their offensive. How the hell could she beat him?
Giving up wasn't an option.
"Final formation!" she shouted. The other three activated almost all of their power at once, no hesitation.
