The two S-tier visors from the Weeping Dragons faction advanced toward Liam slowly, with their tightly gripped weapons.
The first warrior held a sleek lance radiating violet energy, while his companion wielded twin short blades that had greenish magic hue around it.
Liam watched their approach with an indifferent expression on his face. But before the enemy visors could close the distance, Tim and Kent blitz in and intercepted them,
"Not so fast," Tim growled, with his amber eyes blazing with fierce intensity. Kent's own greenish energy flared around him as he positioned himself beside his ally.
The confrontation seemed poised to become a brutal two-versus-two battle until a thunderous roar made them all turn their heads towards the factionpresident.
Clive hauled himself to his feet with a massive frame that trembled furiously. The magical energy coursing through his body had reached a boiling point after being sent flying by Liam's devastating punch.
