"Alright. First things first. Battle stations."
I took a breath and pointed between the two of them.
"I will take the vanguard and draw attention. Kenth, you stay in the middle ground. You are the backbone of this team. If things get messy, I retreat into your range."
I glanced at him. "Speaking of which. What is your optimal shooting distance?"
Kenth touched his earring. With a faint pulse of crimson light, the handgun unfolded into his palm. The metal shimmered with scale-like patterns, the barrel shaped like a dragon's open maw, the scope narrowing into a slit pupil that tracked movement even while idle.
"If I am stationary, fifty to seventy-five meters. If I am maneuvering, around a quarter of that," he said.
I nodded, locking it in my head.
"Good."
I turned to the last member of our team.
"And you, Princess. You defend our home base. I know it is pointless to ask, still you can handle that, right?"
She did not even look offended.
"Pointless question," Solaris replied.
