"No way... We won't win!" One of the two surviving Dark Phantoms exclaimed in panic. It was only thanks to Olax that he was still alive while Ester was moving towards them with flames in her eyes.
"Shit! We have to run away! She... She's probably just as strong!" The second dark Phantom shrieked at the sight of Ester.
Olax frowned but did not say anything. He realized that after their comrades died in a hail of arrows, everyone would have lost faith in victory or the success of the mission.
Sure, Olax was wary, for this was not good for him at all. Even if help was already heading their way, they had to boost morale somehow. How could that be done?
In that case, the commander had two options - he could try to raise the morale of his subordinates with words, be it encouragement or threats.
However... That may have been controversial in life situations, but in combat, there was always something more important than words - action.
"Hahaha, watch out!" Ester exclaimed before jumping high and flying over Adam.
Adam looked up as a smile appeared on his face. For some reason, it gave him confidence - Ester's eyes filled with life, her active aura, and, of course, the huge axe that she held tightly with both hands.
In a few more seconds, Ester would collapse to the ground. A bright spark traveled down her axe, causing it to burst into scarlet flames.
"Agh...?" Adam's eyes went wide as something else appeared in the sky besides Ester.
A shadow with a massive flaming sword, quickly approached Ester, grabbing her by the head.
"Tsk. Do you think you can do whatever you want in my presence? Unlike Adam, we have no orders not to kill you." Tirana growled through clenched teeth before tossing Ester aside.
It was a simple throw, no ability, it all depended only on Tirana's physical strength. However... it was enough to send Ester crashing into the ground at breakneck speed, sinking beneath the layers of salt.
Tap.
Tirana landed, slowly stepping forward - to Adam. With each breath, she exhaled hot steam rushing through her shoulders, in front of her cold, confident eyes.
In a heartbeat, she found herself facing Adam, as well as her knee that aimed to plunge into his stomach.
At the same moment, several snow-white arrows, splitting the air currents, approached Tirana. She didn't look alarmed or frightened, however, she seemed to be ready for it.
It was impossible to dodge, for Fred had monstrous accuracy - he had gotten even closer, so now he couldn't miss.
Tirana's eyes shifted to the left as she swung her hand, opening her fist. A wave of flame came out of her palm that blew the arrows away, turning them into nothing.
"Tsk. What a bitch. She's stronger than I expected." Fred muttered irritably, as his gaze traveled to Ester, who was rising from the ground.
Fred sighed heavily.
"Whatever. Adam isn't so weak to lose in one attack, I need to change position." Fred muttered before bursting to the side. As an experienced archer, he knew that it was unacceptable to stay in one place.
'Agh? What the hell is that?' Fred mused internally, looking up. The wind was acting strangely, pulling the clouds into multiple points, as if preparing for a massive tornado.
At the same moment, Tirana stepped forward, bringing her flaming sword down on Adam.
Adam had no time to dodge, so he just had to take the hit with the hope that his Elemental Root would allow him to take less damage. It was possible, but he was going to get burned.
Whooooooooooooooosh.
Right before the flaming sword was about to descend on him, several arrows flew in front of Adam's eyes, but... it wasn't Fred.
Fred's arrows were of compressed white mist, calm and majestic, while these were icy, trembling, and uncertain, but willing to help at all costs!
Streams of steam rushed outward due to the collision of the ice arrows with the flaming sword, buying Adam a few moments to bounce aside, a second before the sword whizzed toward the ground.
Waves of salt soared upwards, flying in front of Adam's eyes, which were directed sideways - at the heavily breathing young man, who was in a great hurry to make it in time.
Well, Romeo succeeded, he had just saved Adam.
'Good. Looks like I didn't do it for nothing.' Adam smirked.