'Ahh… I've always wanted to say this.'
I've been in telepathic communications with my three slaves basically throughout the entire Trials, but when Andrea and the rest got forcefully added to our team we devised a special countermeasure against them, called Order 66. Naturally, the name came from the brains behind the operation; yours truly.
I refused to do anyone's bidding, especially a traitorous bitch's like Selene.
Seraphiel who was part of our communications instructed the five elves to shoot the newcomers in the back, and the archers didn't need much convincing. They didn't have any wishes to attack a whole army with only 18 of us either.
A flurry of arrows shot out from our archers, striking with the long-lived species' many decades of trained precision. Six arrows- one of which was Seraphiel's [Arcane Arrow]- found their marks. The assassins were caught completely off guard. They staggered as the projectiles buried themselves into their backs.
