Grey landed on the ground deftly, a grin on his expression as he turned to face the last woman.
"Be careful, she's a Third Ranker!" Brad called out.
It seemed that while they labeled teams by the position they came out of the Tutorial with, there was usually one person more responsible for their success than the others.
For them, it had been Stella, so she had taken their initial leadership position. For this team, it was the woman that suddenly burst through the fog with a pair of dancing whips in her hands. Each one had three thread lines, and they snapped in the air as though they could borrow momentum from one another.
When her wrist snapped, the first of the lines would crack, echoing through the sound barrier. Then the second followed right after, smashing through the limits of the first by far.
And then the third slammed toward Grey's head.
'What the hell sort of bullshit weapon is that?'
