The Chosen looked at Azrael, unsure how to react.
"There is no point in defending anymore? Isn't what you did against the rules?" One dared to ask.
Azrael arched an eyebrow behind the featureless veil.
"Rules? We are 7 Chosen against two teams consisting of 100. Even if it was against the rules, I don't think anybody would blame us for using everything we can to win."
While the others were hesitant, Chunk shook his head and stepped forward.
"I am coming."
The eyes of the others widened.
"Silkflow is agreeing to the plan?"
Chunk, being relatively famous, was recognized by two of the Chosen, slightly swaying their options.
"Listen here." Azrael spoke, giving them one last chance before he went on the offensive.
"Despite being at a severe disadvantage, we are the first ones to steal an enemy's flag. Expect many Proven, maybe even Champions, to come here looking for our flag. They will not find it, of course, but they will find those that stay in the area."
