[mass release 1/8]
Oliver watched in silence as the first man, the apparent leader of the team—strode up to him, grabbing onto his cloak and yanking him forward with a rough, domineering force.
"Come on, are you too scared to reply?" the man yelled into Oliver's face, a forced grin stretching unnaturally across his expression, as though he was trying too hard to appear in control.
His team closed in around them, forming a loose circle. The ice mage, who had frozen Oliver's legs in place, casually sat down on a jagged rock nearby, her staff resting lightly in her grasp as if she were merely watching entertainment rather than participating in a confrontation.
"Why so silent though?" she taunted, tilting her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with mockery. "Are you thinking of a plan to defeat us? As if. Even if you are a Ranker and probably levels ahead, all of us present here are level six and seven. You can't possibly take us on."
That part was valid—at least to them.
