"Restrict his movements utilizing the Wind Trap!"
After four bastards seized their positions encapsulating Mel, an individual vaulted into the air and swung his weapon down upon him. Mel waited right up until that second; when the enemy descended upon him, he took a massive stride forward and swung his claw straight at the black-cloaked woman stationed in front of him.
"I witnessed this last night; the second one of you dies, the formation shatters!"
They hadn't assaulted Mel directly, and this kid hailed from the Outer Circle; how the hell could he possibly deduce how they executed the Wind Trap? The woman—her bewildered glare making it glaringly obvious these thoughts were racing through her mind—was on the brink of death from the claw hurtling toward her face when someone snatched her by the cloak and yanked her backward; Samsam refused to forfeit another subordinate.
"Dragon Claw!"
