Confusing.
That was the only word Leonidas would use to describe the situation. The situation had delved into a hellish three-on-one, a clear advantage for them.
So then why did it feel like he was about to lose? The nagging feeling grew deeper every moment, a roaring discomfort in his chest.
It was annoying, and Leonidas didn't like it. Choosing to ignore it could be devastating, but rashly acting on it would be equally self-destructive.
Unfortunately, he didn't have much time to think about it. Mantis stood like a statue between the three, its claws twitching.
They moved instantaneously, blades flashing, ground-breaking. Leonidas swung Blush in an overhead strike, the blade whistling with a terrible sound.
With her spiked gauntlets, Willow shot a rapid series of strikes, each carrying a harrowing force behind them.
However, the strongest among them, Savior, was heavily damaged, so she opted to instead drop her greatsword and hold Mantis.
Four Seconds.
