"Did you hear that? He told us to leave. Why don't we just pack up and do as he said?" The group burst out laughing.
"Someone get this man a medal."
"He's got guts, I'll give him that."
"Guts don't stop swords, though."
The leader chuckled along with them. Then, his expression dropped, the grin vanished like it had never been there as his eyes turned cold.
"That's enough messing around." He pulled his longsword from the dirt and rolled his shoulder. "You think we don't know what you're doing? Standing there, talking, buying time to let your mana trickle back. Of course we know. We just wanted to have a bit of fun first."
He leveled his blade in Moon's direction.
"Fun is over."
The leader broke into a sprint. Behind him, the formation moved as one as spells lit up across the backline.
Arrows nocked and drawn. Two heavy-armored tanks fell in step behind the leader, their shields raised, closing the distance fast.
