Of course, Fallen Star Squad had someone even more brutal.
Ethan.
Dozens of daggers lifted into the air behind him, hovering for half a beat—then shot downward like lightning.
Pfft pfft pfft!
Wherever a dagger passed, heads exploded one after another.
No fancy tricks. No showboating.
Every single blade went straight for the skull—one stab, one kill, no second sound.
They were moving too fast for the people below to even see clearly, let alone dodge.
The squad stood on their flying mounts and just poured damage into the sea of bodies. Emily stayed close, constantly restoring everyone's mental energy.
Big AOE skills were powerful, sure—but they burned through energy like gasoline. Emily had basically turned into their walking fountain.
Henry was filming from his mount too. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he wasn't fighting.
So the only ones who dropped into the crowd for close combat were Chris, Sean, and Mia.
