Damian was just about to relay his simple plan when he sensed all the Highswords approaching. Mindseer also moved near him and informed him of their arrival. What did they want now?
Five minutes later, all three sections of the third-rankers had gathered around them—some flying, others walking. Damian stepped forward and asked,
"What?"
"Calm your horses, brat! We're here to help," Silverspell said, making an unpleasant face at him.
"We're here to offer assistance in case you need it," Runefather added. "I know you can handle it, but think about all the kids you have. It's better to have a failsafe, don't you think?"
Damian didn't want them so close to him, but he couldn't refuse outright either.
"Stand at a distance. If we can do it without needing help, don't interfere," he replied.
Some of them eyed him warily, but eventually, they all nodded.
Damian walked back to his group, where Reize and the others had gathered, everyone ready to fight.
