"You two are doing great." Annbar commented without hiding his amusement. "But I guess if I continue to do nothing, you two might use this as an excuse to freeze me out."
A laugh left his lips as the flaps of his robes opened, revealing numerous rows of needles. Each glistened with a murderous silver-red light, being about eight inches long each.
Annbar's hands moved faster than an untrained eye could follow. While every sweep of Lucien's sword destroyed three corpse puppets, and every fist of Vygil's decimated another, so too did Annbar's rain of needles
"What a waste of time." Annbar said with disdain.
The reality of the matter was that they were all attacking casually, reserving strength to stop Ryu from running away. But it seemed Ryu was aware of this as well, or else he wouldn't be standing completely still from start to finish.
