Sagiri exhaled slowly, tightening his grip on Nokai. He could feel the pressure building from every direction, each squad moving with calculated intent. This was a precision execution, designed to leave him with no room for escape. A moment of silence went by after the command before all hell broke loose.
A barrage of suppression bolts tore through the air, forcing Sagiri into motion. He pivoted sharply, Nokai flashing as he deflected one projectile and narrowly avoided another. Before he could recover, the frontline fighters closed the distance, their shields slamming into position as they attempted to pin him in place.
Sagiri stepped forward instead of retreating.
