The order had barely left his mouth before the others sprang into motion.
The species with crystal spears, slammed their spears forward. The feline warrior vanished into a blur, reappearing behind Ben with a silent slash of twin daggers.
The scaled fighters weaved spells, summoning arcs of molten light that twisted through the air like serpents. But it all pose no challenge for Ben.
He ducked under the spear thrust, catching the haft and twisting it sideways, slamming its wielder into a nearby wall.
The feline came next, fast, silent, but Ben pivoted, letting her blade glance off his shoulder as he swept her legs out with a spin-kick. She hit the ground hard and didn't rise.
A sharp arc of magic came for his chest. He flicked a dagger through it, the venom-laced blade dispersing the spell mid-flight, then followed with a rush.
