The Jumper didn't feel safe until he moved away from me, putting distance between his traditional combat style and the unpredictable aura of my class. Without another word, he darted toward the incoming monster army, his silver armour a blur of light as he began killing with a frantic, desperate might.
"Tsk, I didn't know he was this easy to handle," I muttered, shaking my head in amusement. He was a legendary warrior, but he was reacting exactly how the enemy expected him to.
Suddenly, the air behind me curdled. Less than a hundred meters away, two portals erupted in flashes of dark red light.
"Weird," I whispered. I didn't feel the soul-crushing pressure I expected, but my instincts flared. I glanced back at the Dragon Youth and his elites. They had been idle, watching from their ruins, but the moment these rear portals appeared, they launched into motion.
They weren't aiming for me. They were aiming at the Jumper.
