"Ryzea, what the hell happened?!" One of the four said as he quickly took out a wand and launched a quick spell at Lyle who quickly grabbed the almost-dead spearman and used his body as a shield to block the fireball that had been launched at him.
'Tch, it seems this was merely a part of their full group.' Lyle cursed for his bad luck as the day had been nothing but unfortunate for him.
One of the four newcomers was a mage, two were sword and shield users, and the last person was about 2 meters tall and had a sledgehammer in his hands.
"Heavily injured peak Silver or potentially a low-grade Golden Knight!" Ryzea, the archer and leader of the small team of 4 answered as he launched a couple of more arrows at Lyle who quickly dodged one and caught the other one before throwing it at her, only for her eyes to shine green for a moment before dodging them.
