"Nathan. There's a very strong alien coming from that direction." Fenrir returned to Nathan's side.
"The mutant?" Flora's expression turned solemn.
"Can you handle all these mature class aliens if I can take care of the rest of the aliens?"
"Three mature class aliens and one mutant, huh?" Flora paused for a moment. "Noelle and I once killed a warrior class alien, but our individual level is not at that level yet. If these four are just normal mature class aliens, I might be able to do it, but I might have to use everything I have, including my familiars, to handle the mutant alone.
"So, it's impossible." Flora shook her head, disappointed that she wasn't strong enough.
Nathan, on the other hand, squinted his eyes, thinking about the situation. They had been surrounded, and the enemies left them with only a little time.
