HPDBC Chapter 539 5 on 4
Chapter 539 5 on 4
Rosana's claws flexed as she crouched, preparing to spring into action. "We need to flush them out. Give them something to focus on while the rest of us flank."
"I'll go," Kern volunteered, his voice eager, almost too eager. "Let them try to hit me."
Ty shook his head, not ready to let Kern take the brunt of the attack just yet. "No. They're skilled; you can tell by how they're keeping their distance. This isn't some reckless charge. They're watching, waiting for us to make the first move."
Rosana nodded, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the treeline. "They've got archers, maybe more hiding in the trees. We need to force them into the open."
Gisorn had already taken position on a nearby ridge, rifle trained on the nearest movement. "Three distinct spots. Two archers and a swordsman. They're not amateurs."
Ty glanced toward the fire traps they'd set earlier. "We'll lure them into the traps. John, can you get a read on them?"
John, crouching behind a tree, closed his eyes for a moment, his brow furrowing. "Five of them. They're coordinated—definitely not random attackers. They've got us outnumbered, but... they're not rushing in. They're looking for weaknesses."
Kern grinned, already itching for a fight. "I'll be the weakness they're looking for. Let's flush them out." He didn't wait for Ty's approval before stepping forward, his scimitars flashing as he purposely exposed himself in the clearing.
As a gust of purple wind scattered around both blades, Kern slammed his scimitars forward, letting the momentum swing him in a 360-degree spin. The gusts of his attack jetted out, slicing through the trees with alarming precision. A thin man with blue-tinted glasses appeared from behind the shattered branches, his hand outstretched toward Kern.
"Kern, watch out!" Ty yelled, his instincts kicking in. "They're counterattacking now!"
The other four attackers stepped forward, each one distinct, each one carrying themselves with deadly purpose. Ty watched them closely, his mind racing as he assessed their skills. There was something different about this group—something far more dangerous than the usual opponents they'd faced.
The man with the blue glasses waved his hand lazily, his confidence radiating from every movement. "We've wasted enough time. You want to fight? Fine. But you won't last long."
Before Ty could respond, the entire group of five attackers surged forward as one, sprinting with a deadly grace that sent chills down his spine. As they closed the gap, the leader with the blue glasses smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance. "We've studied you long enough to know all your weaknesses. I, the Master Technician, have devised a plan to defeat you all."
Ty's heart pounded in his chest as the enemy group moved with precision, each targeting one of his teammates. Their movements were sharp, coordinated, as though every step had been rehearsed, every counter planned.
The ground beneath Ty trembled as the bulky man with tribal markings came barreling toward him. His muscles flexed, the tattoos on his skin glowing brighter as he slammed his fists into the earth. Cracks spiderwebbed through the ground, creating obstacles, making it difficult for Ty to move freely.
Ty gritted his teeth, flames flickering around his hands as he leapt back, trying to gain some distance. But the man was relentless, closing in with a speed that didn't match his size.
"You're strong, but not strong enough," the man growled, swinging his massive fist toward Ty's head.
Ty ducked just in time, the force of the punch sending a gust of wind past his face. He could feel the raw power behind each strike, the weight of the man's attacks vibrating in the air.
"Stalling me?" Ty muttered under his breath, sensing something off. The man's movements were heavy, deliberate. This wasn't just brute force—there was calculation behind each attack.
The man grinned, his eyes flickering with amusement. "You're catching on. I'm not here to kill you, not yet. My job's to keep you busy."@@@@