After dealing with Doron Stormwatch, Samael transmuted a kite shield from the concrete, held it firmly in his left hand, and summoned a Card — «Flash Step».
He looked up to see two figures standing at the far edge of the battlefield.
One of them was a tall, dark-haired man with a sniper rifle in hand.
The other was a short girl with pink hair.
Erwin and Sylen — one a deadly sharpshooter, the other a strategist capable of linking her allies' minds telepathically.
And right now, taking out Sylen was his priority.
That girl had not contributed much by fighting directly, yet because of her, the enemy's coordination was seamless.
Every attack they threw at him flowed smoothly into the next, every plan they had was executed with near-perfect synergy.
If he wanted to disrupt their rhythm, she had to go.
He should've taken her out first. But there had been too many distractions before. Too many moving pieces.