Craig and I were forced to disperse the moment the meteor shower of laser bursts landed on us. Fortunately, Black Tortoise was still around and I had him conjure a water sphere over and around us. Golden Kirin also moved under the protective umbrella, while Vermillion Phoenix banked and jinked, avoiding the scatter spray of destructive lasers.
"What the fuck is that bitch doing?!" Craig snarled. "This is their trump card?"
"No, it's not," I told him. "If it was their trump card, it would be a lot more destructive than this. They couldn't even penetrate my Black Tortoise's water sphere, so I doubt it's their ace in the hole. It's probably a cover…a smokescreen for their real ultimate technique."
