Both teams exploded into motion simultaneously.
Romen's voice cut through first, sharp and commanding. "Formation Delta. Pin him down and don't let him breathe."
Reina followed half a second later. "Surround. Nobody commit solo."
Eight people moved with the kind of coordination that only came from serious training. Attacks launched from five different angles at once, a mix of lightning, crystalline projectiles, condensed mana blades, and pressure waves that overlapped each other's blind spots deliberately.
It was genuinely good.
Rudrean smiled.
Heavenfall Wind discharged through his legs, and he simply wasn't there anymore, rising straight up as every attack passed through the space he had occupied a fraction of a second earlier. From above, he looked down at the formation calmly.
"That was well timed," he said pleasantly. "Truly. All eight of you at once. Very coordinated."
"He dodged all of it?" one of Romen's cousins said under his breath.
