Unexpected Arrival of the Saint

"It must have been teleportation," I muttered, shifting my attention toward the newly arrived hunters.

They hovered above, watching with sharp eyes, their monstrous mounts flapping eerily against the wind.

I turned to Isolde, Gabriel, and Alistair. "Go somewhere else. I don't think the upcoming battle will leave you unscathed."

"But you—" Gabriel hesitated, stepping forward, concern evident in his expression.

"I said go," I cut him off. "Head to the arena and help contain the situation there."

They remained tense, uncertain.

"You saw me against those two, didn't you?" I reminded them, my voice calm but firm. "This is nothing."

They exchanged glances before finally nodding. "Okay. We'll trust you."

Just as they turned to leave—

The same young man who had teleported his comrade appeared beside Alistair, resting a casual arm on his shoulder.

"Don't leave me out," he said with a grin. "I also wanna talk."