"Take him down. I'll handle the rest." Kharom fixed his gaze on the figure in the air and delivered the order in a cold, flat voice.
The 10 Umbraen Practitioners moved at once.
They were not as seamless as the Aqualeth or the Lunari; Umbraen pride frays teamwork. Even so, they snapped into a practical kill formation.
3 with wings flared wide and lifted off, climbing hard to engage Adyr in the air.
3 on the ground readied long-range weapons and skills, set to punish any opening the fliers created.
The remaining 4 hung back with support skills already weaving into place; layering slows to cut his speed, choke his flight paths, and force a landing.
Not bad, Adyr thought, and he meant it. He let his Gaze push a 10-second slice of the future across the present and began to map a counter.
