Chapter 1292: Minced Meat
Udone wasn’t even sure what he was seeing. Sylas was just standing there, unmoved by their numbers. Was he really that arrogant?
His mind a bit blank, he sent out his messages, alerting the others that Sylas was here about 80% of the way through the middle lane. However, this ironically threw their plans off a bit. They hadn’t outlined the exact paths to get here.
Ironically enough, since Sylas was so close to the edge, the best path would actually be for them to go right down the left and right lanes completely, exit toward the bell tower, and then turn down the middle lane.
On the one hand, that made things easier. But on the other, this would not only take longer, but it was easier to find holes in a situation like this one if there was no one in the minor lanes.
The fact that Udone, the weakest of them, was here made it obvious that they thought the middle lane was the least likely option for Sylas to pick. This wasn’t just because the middle lane just seemed too... default, but it was also the lane that was the easiest to launch a pincer attack from. It had the most minor lanes feeding into it, and because of the symmetry, the armies coming from the left and right lanes could easily crush Sylas from both sides.
By comparison, if he had taken the right lane, for example, both armies would be coming from the left, giving him more options and a location to focus on avoiding.
None of what was happening right now made much sense at all.
BANG!
Udone’s eyes suddenly opened wide as a head exploded by his side. The blood splattered across his face, the tangy, metallic taste filling his mouth before he could understand what happened.
"You..."
Udone reached for his weapon, only to hit nothing but air, his hand grasping at the wind.
His head snapped up into the air, only to find that his heavy, curved scimitars had launched themselves into the air. The realization of what happened left his heart beating out of his chest.