The masked man closest to Seraphina sensed the incoming attack at the last second and twisted aside, the blue-coated hatchet grazing past his face and embedding itself deep into a tree trunk behind him.
THUNK!
Amon didn't wait for the return.
He was already sprinting.
Eliana, Marcus, and Aisha were right behind him, spreading out to avoid clustering around Arnold and Seraphina.
Six masked enemies.
Two exhausted defenders. Yet fighting sharply.
And now.
Their four friends came to join the battle.
The masked men momentarily faltered as Amon's group burst into the clearing.
Arnold noticed them first.
"Stay sharp!" he shouted, parrying two daggers at once. "They're faster than they look!"
A masked figure lunged at Arnold with alarming speed.
CLANG!
But Amon slammed into the side, kicking the attacker off course.
