As the realization hit him, Ty's eyes darted to the side, where Kern was locked in a deadly dance with two opponents. The man with blue glasses and the white-haired woman were flanking him, their attacks synchronized, forcing Kern into a defensive stance. His scimitars flashed in the low light, deflecting blows, but it was clear he was struggling to keep up.
"They want Kern dead," Ty thought, his frustration building. He wanted to help, but the man in front of him wouldn't give him the chance. Each time Ty moved, the bulky man was there, blocking his path, his fists crashing into the ground, forcing Ty to react instead of act.
Kern's voice cut through the chaos, laced with a mix of anger and desperation. "You think two of you can take me? You'll need more than that!"
