Raymond clenched his jaw.
He had to adjust.
He needed to shift more of the burden onto himself, lessen the risk for the others.
It would be harder, sure. More pressure on him. But that didn't matter. Not to him.
He was ready.
His Dark Moon dagger rested in his grip, a reassuring weight. His light armor, reinforced with an arm shield, would give him the edge he needed. And most of all—he was confident.
If this had been a pack of Mad Baboons, it might've been a different story. But these? These were just Red-Eyed Crows.
Raymond smirked to himself.
"Come on, then."
And so he waited.
Waited for the inevitable sound that would set it all in motion.
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"There are seven of them outside now," Sylph muttered, her sharp gaze scanning the Red-Eyed Crows in the square.