Four Saints attacking from the four directions and at close range, while a fifth saint standing aside overseeing everything to make sure nothing goes wrong... this was the definition of death.
When these attacks come down on Murphy and Caesar they will surely be dead without the slightest doubt,
but just as the four saints were a few meters away from delivering their attacks, one of them let out a loud cry
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
Before anyone understood what had happened to him, another cry came from another saint, "Aaaaah!" and was thrown to the side with his clothes on fire.
The other two Saints stopped half away, afraid from continuing any further or they might get the same fate, so they jumped backward first then went to check on their comrades.
