POV Diego
Frey: I have terrible news! I don't think I have much mana left to fight for more than an hour; please take note of that.
'Sure.' I answered as I was checking out all the opponents around me. The girl in the tough-looking armor was probably another soul weapon user, so it was safe to assume she possessed one to two tricky, unknown abilities; the other two were pure machines, and even when standing still, I could hear all of their small machinations preparing for the upcoming fight.
Frey: What should I do about the armor? Should I try to preserve it or—
'Who cares about the armor? I want to get out of here alive; if you have the chance to kill them, use it!'
The large machines behind me had two vastly different forms: one large with only two arms, the other much thinner and had a pair of normal arms, and a bunch of other smaller arms coming out of its back with a bunch of tools attached to them.
