The four figures rose slowly, their movements becoming jerky and mechanical, their cloaks rippling as if they were standing against the wind.
Noah and Arlo stared at them, both in their battle stances, eyes narrowed in focus.
"What are you waiting for, puppets?" Arlo grinned. "Come at me."
And without a word, the figures attacked.
The first two charged at Noah, their movements so fast they blurred.
He met them head-on, ducking under one's swing while twisting to block the other's punch.
The impact rattled through his arm, but he retaliated instantly, pivoting and driving his knee into one attacker's chest, before following it with a burst of Fireball, point-blank.
The explosion of heat forced both figures back, but they didn't fall.
The second pair went for Arlo. One of them somersaulted into the air, a curved blade flashing in their hand.
