The first strike set the tone.
I didn't warn them.
Didn't announce it.
Didn't even give them the courtesy of pretending this was a fair fight.
"Cleave."
The word slipped out of habit more than intent as I swung.
The arc of my blade tore through the air, slicing clean across the massive rock where I felt the presence hiding—
Impact.
Stone split.
But the player?
Gone.
I clicked my tongue.
"Tch."
The ground beneath the broken rock rippled—
Like water.
The PK sank into it, disappearing completely.
"…okay, that's new," I muttered, already shifting my stance.
Then everything moved at once.
Kael blurred past me.
Zeke followed.
Two shadows splitting in opposite directions, then crossing paths again like they were playing some silent game only they understood.
"Left flank, three," Kael called.
"Rear two, moving," Zeke added.
Behind us, the rest surged forward.
