"Retreat!" Sarik shouted out only to be swept by a force of Fighting Energy at the side of his leg, making him kneel in the snow.
The cold climbed up through the wound, he couldn't feel the pain, just a numbness throughout his leg.
He looked up to see those Knights forming a semicircle, encircling him and his companions, blocking all paths of retreat.
The words "it's over" surfaced in Sarik's mind as he watched his companions being pushed into the snow one by one, like prey.
The last flicker of hope in his heart extinguished along with the blue Fighting Energy, leaving his heart like dead ashes.
It turns out they never had a chance.
Not far away, Cohen was also pushed to the snowbank by two Knights.
One spearhead knocked away the dagger in his hand, while the other directly shoulder-charged him in the chest, pinning him into the snow, flipping his arm and snapping his support.
Cohen suddenly realized they had been watched from the start, leading them step by step into a trap.
