As the machines and gear roared into life, two, thick-metal, alloy plates of about thirty centimeters thick swiftly slammed shut on the entrance, essentially trapping the thousands of soldiers from the coalition army on Owl's Sanctuary's highest level with nowhere to escape.
"Crap! We've been had!"
"This has been Scar's plan all along; what are we supposed to do? What do we do?"
The warriors were beginning to panic, all confronting their leaders with their yells, hoping that they would be able to come up with a decision fast.
The corners of Ning Baichen's mouth twitched to reveal a nonchalant smile. 'Looks like the plan didn't fail but was just executed slower than what I expected. Now, it'll be up to Bannon's sonic attack."
