The sentinels suddenly shifted in the darkness, their saber-like blades accumulating the cold qi in the surroundings. While it alleviated the stress on the numbered warriors, Ten felt a terrible premonition as his Perception throbbed.
"Focus!"
Ten's voice shook the four, their senses reaching out to their peak.
The attack of the three puppets he was facing grew fiercer. In that moment, a puppet suddenly separated from Eleven.
Trapped between two puppets, Eleven's lovely brows could only widen. "Ten, your back!"
'So it's me this time, huh?' Ten sneered.
All this time, he had been roaring out commands at the most opportune time. He wanted the enemy to focus on him, he wanted them to understand that he was the leader, the core of this team.
Dyon inexplicably released his arrow. It didn't seem to have any sort of purpose. If anything, it seemed far too early.
