Zach, Yanael, Alzara, Soara, Mandra, and Vidri stopped moving for a moment as they looked at the man before them. It wasn't out of fear. He hadn't lied, at least not from what they could tell.
He was too strong for that. If he wanted them dead, they would have noticed it.
No, they stopped for a brief moment out of sheer helplessness.
What were they supposed to do against someone like this?
That brief moment was all they needed to reach an answer in unison.
Fight.
Zach leaped forward, bypassing Yanael to throw a fist toward the man's smiling face.
"That's more like it!"
With a flick, the man reversed the grip on his saber and met Zach's knuckles with his own while simultaneously intercepting Yanael's sword, bathed in golden light.
