Sol smirked, his eyes reflecting the cold starlight filtering through the high ironwood canopy. The group was complete.
Though the personalities were a bit mismatched… the fierce pride of Kira, the unhinged devotion of Zeyra, the erratic energy of the leopard boys, and the silent chill of the bat girl… but beneath the surface, they were all lethal spirit warriors ready to draw blood.
"Rest a bit, we have an absolute banger of a night ahead," Sol commanded quietly, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the petrified wood. "We will move before the first ray of dawn hits the leaves."
…
The deep blackness of the night slowly turned into a cold, heavy grey, and just before the first hint of morning light touched the topmost leaves of the ironwood canopy.
Across the southern clearing, one hundred and eighty spirit warriors rose from the damp grass without making a sound.
