"Dear Brother, let's employ that move," suggested He Chuan.
He Zhan couldn't help but question: "Are you sure we can catch that bastard? No matter how much damage we raise, it's of no use if we can't hit the target."
The previous charge had given them reason to ask. They had held Sikong Jian in place and prepared the attack, only to have Lightning Tide cost them the time needed to land it.
More power would not solve the distance that remained when the grenades wore off. They needed him unable to get clear at the point of impact, not merely at the beginning of their approach.
He Chuan looked toward the positions marked by his daggers. The first attempt had shown how little time they had once the restraint ended. Her brother had been close enough to threaten him, and that still had not been close enough to finish.
