Vulture Gang
From the MC's Perspective:
As soon as I saw my teammate fall, a surge of urgency coursed through me. The other warriors, realizing the same, immediately abandoned their chase of the Black Armadillos. Their eyes shifted from their quarry to me, their movements sharp and decisive as they spun to engage.
Meanwhile, the Black Armadillo that had brought me here skittered into the safety of a narrow crevice. With it safe, my focus snapped back to the warriors.
Swoosh!
In the blink of an eye, I vanished from my spot and reappeared right in front of the first warrior's sword. My movements were swift, instinctive. I swung my sword with precision, and in a matter of seconds, everything had changed.
The first warrior's eyes widened in shock, his momentary lapse leaving him defenseless. The second warrior, realizing what had happened, yanked his weapon out, desperate to counter. But he was far too late. My sword was already mid-strike.
Slash!