"Nikolai, don't stop pursuing Scar and Hidey," Ren instructed sharply. His eyes flicked across the battlefield, analyzing everything like a chessboard. "Roxy, don't stray too far from us. Let's kill their DPS first."
Though he said that, Ren's gaze had already shifted elsewhere—he wasn't after their swordsman.
He was after Amarika.
Ren knew that the Thief was lurking, waiting for a moment when one of them dropped below half HP before delivering her killing strike. That, however, was also when she was most vulnerable.
"Copy!" Nikolai roared, charging forward. His sword slashed against the arena floor as he chased Scar, only for Hidey to intercept his massive gauntlets. Sparks and dust flew as metal collided, the sound echoing across the stage.
At the same time, Gerald took a measured step backward, eyes locked on Leonel. He drew his sword with a steady hand and slashed horizontally, sending a sharp blade of air screaming toward Leonel's midsection.
