"Captain, no!!" Tavora's voice tore through the clearing, snapping Sagiri to his senses immediately.
Yoka had been hit, and he lay unmoving. Tavora was now trying to hold his ground against the six. He was good, but he was still no match. Yoka was still trying to crawl but fell for the third time. N'varu was surprisingly holding his own. The southern style he was using was fast and lethal. Even so, Sagiri could smell his tiredness, and soon, he was going to wear off, and then the veil blades were going to kill him.
Sagiri could feel a presence of the approaching in a rush. They were still far out to make it in time. Something was wrong on their end, too, and Sagiri could feel it.
The battlefield was at a very critical moment. Sagiri tried to move, but his energy was almost gone. He could move within the archive because it had retracted back to try to heal him or keep him alive. He retched another mouthful of blood.
This was not the time!!
