Hearing Midas' words, the three did not care at all, merely letting their fourth heal up in peace behind them. Midas looked at them and smiled bitterly, expecting some pathetic little snide response to spice things up.
Oh well, it didn't matter anyway. They were all going to die.
Midas understood what was going through their minds then and saw through every nuance of their unspoken conversation and tactics.
He could imagine what they were thinking at that moment.
This guy was strong!
They needed all four of them to defeat him, which was obvious!
They were going to protect their fourth as best as possible or use the guy as a target to distract Midas while they went for him, inflicting targeted blows that were sure to stack up over time and kill him.
With their intelligence, they should be capable of at least that much planning and strategising.
