Witnessing Deacon's fate, the others immediately united in their attacks. They knew there was no room for negotiation. Professor Kayla, embodying her warrior heritage, summoned ethereal swords that danced around her, slicing through the air towards Michael. Each sword shimmered with a silvery glow, aimed with precision, yet Michael's quick movements effortlessly deflected them.
Meanwhile, Lane, drawing from his knowledge of alchemy, hurled a series of concocted vials ahead. Upon impact, they erupted into blinding flashes and noxious fumes, designed to disorient. But Michael, with a wave of his hand, dispersed the fumes with a burst of wind blast, showcasing his own resourcefulness.
