Four pairs of eyes locked onto Roland as he was about to take a defensive stance in mid-air.
— "Confirming target Heretic E17, begin purification."
The four killing machines made no sound nor exchanged glances, their highly synchronized thoughts reaching the same conclusion at once.
Battle Wheels burst forth.
A perfectly simultaneous attack, the ring-shaped blades constructed an enclosure sealing off Roland's every direction. The four Purifiers, wielding their remaining Battle Wheels, lunged forward, leaving Roland with a Battle Wheel waiting for him whichever way he moved. Even if he could shoot down one or two Battle Wheels with his semi-automatic pistol, he would expose a flaw due to his frantic efforts, and there was no time left for chanting spells.
Hiss—
Pieces of cloth fluttered in the air.
