Just as they had crossed about ten meters, an aura-clad fist made its way toward Damian. It was too slow to catch him off guard though.
"No!" Damian heard Karl shout, but the punch had already come—delivered by one of the pugilists, a girl, no less.
Alex was running beside Damian, glancing his way from time to time. Sensing an opportunity, Alex grabbed his sword, channeling his aura into it as he began to draw it. Damian had expected as much. He was holding seven spells for just such a situation.
