They moved as one, the three of them darting and weaving, avoiding every whip of Kyuubi's massive tails as they lashed out like colossal scourges. Each strike that hit the ground sent shockwaves rippling along the lakeshore, tearing fresh cracks into the earth and throwing up sprays of muddy water. Ren in the sky, Trek on the ground with his axe, and Freddy dancing with his silver spear—all searching for momentum, for that single slim opening they could use to turn the tide.
"Hey, Freddy!" Ren's voice crackled through the comms, breath ragged but sharp.
"Ah, yes… you've got a question for me, flying brat?" Freddy twisted past a blast of fire, spinning gracefully before planting his spear into the ground to kill his momentum.
"Yeah, a very important one. Did you see a Kitsune girl… around twelve years old, wandering near the colosseum?"
