Perhaps Sagiri had played with his food long enough till it had lost its manners. The fight on the three battlefields had reached a peak. Something was bound to give soon. Sagiri had finally mastered most of their fighting pattern, and he had already memorized it.
Just when he was about to move from his position, he felt something. There were more of the bastards closing in on the location. There were like three dozen more now. So this must have been their plan all along. They were a few minutes out of Yoka and N'varu's position. The two might have still been holding their own against the three he left with them, but against three dozen more, that could have been straight up suicide.
"So that was your plan?" Sagiri said.
"It was not specifically a plan, but we already knew we were no match for you. You are the one who made the plan successful, if I must say so," one of them answered triumphantly.
"Well, I must say you are greatly mistaken. You can't keep me here," Sagiri said.
