Zion held his right arm and slowly stood up. His eyes remained locked on the C-rank as his mind churned for options to get out of this.
'He's way too fast and strong,' he thought, his eyes drifting over to the two D-rank officers. 'And I can't use everything I have before getting rid of them.'
If he emptied his energy killing the C-rank, the D-ranks would finish him off before he could even stand.
While Zion calculated, the middle-aged man slowly approached, his sword pointing at the ground.
"As expected," the C-rank started, his expression hidden behind his mask. "You can't use those energy shots often."
Zion let go of his right arm, straightening his posture as he got into a proper stance again.
He remained silent as he steadied his breathing.
'The only solution I have,' he thought, his gaze flickering to the D-ranks, 'is getting rid of them now.'
