But even as he said it, Pete knew, so did Thiago and Chronos, that Julius and Bryan, with the clumsy help of Iris and Sarah, were not going to outlast a high-ranking zerg by hiding behind a couch.
Salia's wing was already regrowing. The others were good, but good wasn't the same as enough to ensure that they could really kill that high-ranking zerg.
Somebody who was still in service despite other endeavors. Somebody who maintained their peak condition to fight needed to be on the line.
And the only person who fit the bill and was nearby was crouched in this corner. He was sick of the increasingly thick stench around. He was the one curled gray and shaking against Pete's leg.
"Don't make me repeat myself," Chronos said, steeling his resolve, ready to fight with pure sheer willpower.
"Excuse me?" Pete's head whipped around at the increasingly nasty tone of Chronos, and he couldn't even maintain his composure.
