Dreyfus quickly distanced himself from Mica as he held onto his limp arm. The arm was scorched by Mica's golden flames, and had blood running down it. Two wind constructs behind him kept him in the air, but he was not as flexible in the air as Mica.
"Dammit." The young man gritted his teeth and swallowed a special pill that had been given to him by his father. He risked a glance down to find his subordinates engaged in a heated tussle with the three boys that had betrayed their side. Already, two of them were killed.
Dreyfus noticed that the only girl among those that came with him was about to pull out a special move that was far above the level of D rank, and bordered into C rank territory. His eyes shone as he thought of the three boys dying. Even if he lost half of his men, killing the three boys would be enough to earn him accolades.