They nodded, slipping into positions along the chamber's perimeter. The beasts roared, then one lunged at a British archer who barely dodged, her arrow embedding in its hide but doing little damage.
The tank screamed a terrific war cry, slamming his shield into the ground to create a shockwave that staggered the pack momentarily. Fire and ice spells flew, chipping away at the creatures' defenses, but the S-ranks healed fast, their dark energy regenerating wounds almost as quickly as they formed.
Nova watched, timing their moves. One beast broke from the main fight, sniffing the air toward their hiding spot.
"Now," he whispered.
Zane vanished in an echo of steps, reappearing to slash its loin. The beast howled, turning away from the Brits to chase him, but Zane was already gone, leading it back into the fray, where a British spell finished it off.
Adam grinned. "Nice. They're doing the work for us."
