Chapter 39: Bit Hot-Headed
Niara was absolutely furious at those idiots. They were the ones who needed the most help, barely able to use the blessing — yet they were the first to run. They were seriously willing to sacrifice everyone else just to survive...
Someone like that couldn't be trusted; at the first chance in the future, they might even side with the Risen. That's why she didn't show any mercy.
Only eighty stayed in formation. Twenty ran off, and within minutes, they paid for it with their lives — by her hands.
In the formation, everyone was giving it their all, but now, fighting together and not alone, everything started to shift.
"Why the hell are you just running away?!" Darian yelled, while Niara flew overhead, circling back toward the formation. "I already told you — those who can defend, don't retreat. Hold the enemies in place! The rest of you, find your chance and strike fast!"
Everyone listened, tense. Then, a few of the Summoners activated their martial arts and shouted as they attacked.
Just like the blessings, martial arts were also split into types — defense, speed, or offense. The type depended on your partner's blessing. If your partner was offensive, the Summoner picked a defensive art, and vice versa.
The Spiritual Guardians couldn't really use their blessings under pressure, but the Mannaz could — and they obeyed the command.
Seconds later...
The Risen couldn't push through or deal real damage — the Summoners held them off. Then the ones in the back struck, forcing the Risen to turn around in rage.
"NOW!" Niara shouted.