Derek's burning gaze remained locked on Ellen's limp form. "Status," he growled, not looking away from Adam.
A scout with a pulsating green gemstone raised it toward Ellen. "Faint life signs, sir. Critical. The creature is… using her as a living shield. It's positioned her to intercept any direct attack."
Tia confirmed with a grimace, her sword held tight. "He used vicious tactics."
Derek's jaw tightened. The tactical calculus was clear. The serpent was grievously wounded, exhausted, and holding a hostage. Charging in could get Ellen killed. But leaving the serpent to recover its strength, or worse, allowing the two other monsters to complete their evolutions, was unacceptable.
"Priority one: recover Ellen alive," Derek commanded, his voice low and final. "Wound the beast, but do not risk her. We cripple it, then take it down."
