The Sprung Trap

"Be safe, master." The disciple uttered his farewell as he began to run, accompanied by two other scouts.

"That's the life of a scout," The leader shook his head, watching the back of his disciple as he brushed the water once, creating a strange ripple that had more than 10 crests, spreading radially.

The disciple stopped, confused for a moment as he stared back, "The Ul Clan?"

Noticing the leader remain unmoving after that, he was confused before starting to run as he was urged by the two scouts. Only when his disciple's back disappeared from view did the leader look at the scouts, signalling them to begin.

They pulled out their weapons, ranging from curved to whip blades, ready to summon their Pranic Avatars at a moment's notice. The scout that had already summoned his Pranic Avatar stood at the front, facing the entrance. He was positioned behind his Pranic Avatar, making it face the brunt of whatever may appear from within.