They split.
Noah wheeled back into the fight with his spear working fast and short, keeping his engagement moving and not letting any single opponent pin him down. He needed to be able to see the whole field.
He watched Damien go.
The older student pushed forward, not backward, doing the thing that every instinct in a battered fighter screamed against. He drove toward the densest part of the B-1 line, drawing opponents to him, using the golden light on his blade in tight controlled bursts to keep himself from being overwhelmed as he pushed deeper in.
Three students turned onto him.
Then four.
He was handling it. Barely, but handling it.
Soon his body started to glow in golden light. His presence became stronger.
One of the uses of his ability was to boost his stats, which helped Damien push through the enemies more easily.
Noah scanned left.
