Chapter 30: Prediction
Dune exhaled, tightening his grip on his sword. The six Zetens surrounded him, their expressions unreadable, their movements calculated.
*Is there any way i survive this? Probably not.*
The first to step forward was a broad-chested man whose skin gleamed like polished metal. There was something unnerving about the way he moved, calm, steady, unshaken.
Dune lunged, blade flashing toward the man's throat
*Clang!*
Pain shot up his arms as the sword rebounded off his opponent's skin like it had struck solid iron.
The man smirked. "Not gonna be that easy."
Before Dune could react, the second Zeten melted into the shadows. Instinct screamed, Dune twisted just as a dagger slashed across his ribs. A shallow wound, but enough to draw blood. "Shit!"
A pulse of energy crackled through the air, Dune barely turned before the third Zeten hurled glowing green Neba fireballs toward him. He dodged the first using nebastep, ducked the second, but the third clipped his shoulder, sending him stumbling.
A shockwave tore through the battlefield, slamming into Dune like a wrecking ball. He barely used Nebastep to dodge before he was blasted backward, crashing into the dirt.
Pain flared in every muscle as he struggled to his feet. *They are good. And they cover for each other.*