Trapped.

Atropos feigned retreat, drawing the attention of the large cylindrical drones that hovered menacingly, their metallic forms poised to crush her effortlessly. B3, keenly aware of the trap her opponent was trying to lure her into, continued to direct her drones' pursuit. Her arms crossed, she watched intently as the Olympian girl, whose face eerily mirrored that of her dear friend, darted away.

With a swift command, B3 sent one of her crimson drones hurtling down from above prompting Atropos to leap back to avoid its strike. But the moment she evaded the first drone, two more appeared from the left and right closing in on her with such precision it looked as if their master had predicted the exact spot she would be in at that moment.