Creed's fingers curled around the cool metal of his spear as he pulled it from his storage ring.
As he took a slow breath, his mind settled into a battle-ready state, his surroundings sharpening to an unnatural clarity.
This wasn't a fight he could afford to take lightly. His summons were already hard at work.
"Creed," Tierra's voice whispered in his mind, "the group is split like this; two Stage 5 Treemen, eleven Stage 4s, and dozens of peak Stage 3s."
Creed's expression didn't change, but internally, he was already calculating their best approach.
That kind of formation was a structured defensive lineup that if utilized effectively could lock down an area.
The Treemen weren't just walking trees with brute strength. They had instincts and some organization.
Still, they had an advantage. They weren't truly going to fight their way through like dumb brutes. They were going to cheat.
With Tierra's ability to teleport, they could bypass most of the battle entirely.
