Al immediately vaulted toward the three of them and planted himself in a defensive posture before their forms, as if deliberately shielding them from the Agent.
He glanced at Sa-Ya.
Damn it. The potion's wearing off. That means Shae inside the third dimension feels the effect too… and there's still no sign of her coming back, he thought, gritting his teeth.
Meanwhile the Agent began to manifest a number of razor-pointed spears from his obsidian-black energy. Not a single spear, but several.
"Kid. Not everyone is as fortunate as you. And whatever fate decrees shall perish by my hand." he intoned.
Without further provocation, the energy-spears were hurled.
WOSHHH!
Damn! Al cursed inwardly as he witnessed the assault.
Divine energy… was not something he could parry with his present strength. The spears dove with lethal precision, cleaving through the air, aiming directly for Basri who lay unconscious in the rear.
Reflex. Al did not have time for deliberation.
