Caleb signaled to his teammates, his expression firm yet calm, "Back off, I've got this." Though hesitant, they recognized the resolve in his eyes and, trusting in his strength, they stepped aside, nodding in silent agreement. They understood that intervening might complicate matters more than help.
The seasoned team, observing this exchange, felt their anger spike. "He thinks he can dismiss us so easily? Take us all on by himself?" they muttered among themselves, their pride wounded by what they perceived as sheer arrogance.
The opposing team, composed of six aliens, each from a different race, prepared to launch a combined assault on Caleb. They stood menacingly, their distinct appearances reflecting the diversity and strength of their origins:
