"Form up!" I yelled, my voice cracking slightly as the dry arena air hit the back of my throat. "Kaelen, front! Lysandra, shield! Cian, get that feedback loop ready! Tybalt... just don't stop throwing things!"
Zero didn't wait for us to get comfortable. He didn't do the whole villainous monologue thing where he explains his tragic backstory while we buff ourselves. He just moved. One second he was fifty yards away, and the next, there was a sharp crack of displaced air, and he was ten feet in front of Kaelen.
His silver suit wasn't just armor; it hummed with a sound like a swarm of angry hornets. The white-hot tip of his energy spear hissed as it cut through the air, aimed straight for Kaelen's throat.
"I've got him!" Kaelen roared.
