Hale felt it too, and his expression turned grim as he stepped slightly ahead, placing himself between the enemy and the remaining soldiers.
"And that's Four of them.We are in deep trouble," he said quietly.
For a brief moment, neither of them moved, but the soldiers behind them could feel the shift, and fear spread quickly through the already shaken ranks.
One of the Beastman Mythic Knights stepped forward, and his massive frame cast a long shadow over the battlefield.
"You've run far enough," he said calmly, and his voice carried a cruel certainty.
Another one laughed lightly.
"And you thought you could escape."
Han exhaled slowly and adjusted his stance while his body screamed from exhaustion.
"Guess this is it," he said, and there was no panic in his voice.
Hale gave a faint smile, and although it was tired, it carried resolve.
"We should buy them some time."
Han let out a short breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
"Yeah."
