"Take care of them," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. As the medics disappeared into the foliage, with a final glance at the retreating figures, she turned back to the control point, her mind already racing with thoughts of the next control point she should capture.
Meanwhile, somewhere else in the dense forest, Jarmin swung his fists with massive force, shattering the vines that Ian had conjured into a protective dome around himself and the control point. With each blow, the dome splintered and cracked, threatening to expose Ian to Jarmin's endless attaack.
As Jarmin closed in on his target, Ian's voice rose in a panicked tone, urging Chloe to take action. "Chloe, do something!" he exclaimed, desperation could be felt in his voice.
