The wiry man with the chain whip narrows his eyes. "You heard the leader." He cracks his whip, the metal chain snapping through the air with a sharp hiss, aiming for Azure.
Azure's eyes narrow in response, his body coiled, waiting. In an instant, the whip lashes toward him. He sidesteps, the chain missing by inches, but his expression remains focused—cold.
The six elite warriors move as one, each of them springing into action with a practiced coordination. The woman with the spiked mace charges with a roar, her eyes full of bloodlust. The chain whip spins once more, this time joined by a long curved blade held by another warrior. Azure's mind works in rapid succession, calculating every possible angle as they close in on him from every side.