"Last chance, Dravok."
Dravok heard the warning and stayed exactly where he was. Turning around now would make the entire journey pointless, and the five Primordials understood his answer the moment he refused to move.
They attacked together, the first blade coming from the front while a spear cut in from his right and one of the women moved toward his left. Dravok raised one arm and activated [Origin Guard] across his forearm just before the first strike landed.
The impact pushed his arm inward, but the reinforcement held. He immediately concentrated mana over the side of his ribs as the spear struck, then shifted the protection again before the third attack reached his shoulder.
Their precision was what made the exchange dangerous. None of them wasted movements on broad swings; every strike aimed for something important, from the heart and throat to the knee, temple and lower spine.
