Godmother

Lyon looked at the very reality in front of him before Faust's laugh filled the arena.

"Hahaha! You're pathetic, leaving your team to be slaughtered while playing on your own."

Taking a deep breath, Lyon walked to his team dejectedly. Every step felt like a mountain as he kept his eyes on his teammates. Disregarding the man who was laughing proudly of his victory, Lyon crouched down before carrying up his beautiful captain. There was a little bruise on his right cheek and her eyes were closed still.

"S-sorry big brother, I, ran out of arrows hehe."

Jugen got up while holding his bleeding right arm before Martis who was badly wounded being pulled up by Xiaxia. The red-haired man coughed blood before forcing his voice.

"I-I'm not strong enough to handle him much longer, I'm sorry."

Lyon shook his head, "It's alright, let's go down and heal you guys."