"Calculated..."
Agitated Jiawen led a few hundred elite warriors through the fringes of the battlefield, charging left and right. At times, they tore through the Lord's Allied Forces' peripheral defenses by leveraging their strength's local superiority. At other moments, they masqueraded as common soldiers, fighting while tactically retreating. Amidst the chaotic din and the full throttle rhythm of the main battlefield, they had managed to drift until now.
"Pull out, we've attracted attention."
When had Jiawen, now disguised as an elf girl, sharply raised her right hand to halt their advance? She ignited a row of neatly arranged shields with a tar bullet and turned to ask the tall man beside her. Dressed in pitch-black plate armor, wearing a bull-ghost helmet, and wielding a saw-like sword, "Mr. Quinn, did our earlier feint work?"
