As Fenris's team charged forward with predatory grace, Ambrose's party attempted to form what could generously be called a "formation." Adelaide and Meihua positioned themselves at the rear, while Ambrose calmly lowered himself to the ground, assuming a lotus meditation position as if he were in a peaceful garden rather than a combat arena. Hualing remained stubbornly glued to his side like an overprotective shadow, her eyes constantly scanning for threats. Only Marcus took a proper defensive stance at the front, his sword at the ready.
Ambrose couldn't help but palm his face at their disorganized appearance. "Why don't you join Marcus at the front? I'll be perfectly safe here," he suggested to Hualing, trying to inject some semblance of tactical sense into their positioning.
Hualing's immediate protest was met with Ambrose's resigned sigh, just as Marcus engaged Fenris in what promised to be an impressive display of swordsmanship.
