Don't get in my way," Darian growled.
Oliver's eyes narrowed. "Then move faster."
A tense moment passed—then Kaidon suddenly shot forward, his spear aimed at a different enemy.
But just as he was about to land the killing blow—
Zaxen appeared from the shadows, his dagger flashing.
In a blink, Zaxen stole the kill right before Kaidon's spear made contact.
Kaidon froze.
Then whipped around with an expression of pure rage.
"The hell was that, Zaxen?!"
Zaxen twirled his dagger casually, smirking. "You were too slow."
A vein bulged in Kaidon's forehead. His grip on his spear tightened.
This wasn't a team.
It was a pack of wild animals, all fighting to outdo each other.
Marin, the lightning mage, watched the chaos unfold with mild amusement.
"Idiots," she muttered.
But she wasn't any better.
As the next opponent came charging at her, she unleashed a wave of lightning, her magic tearing through the battlefield with blinding speed.
Yet—
