Ophelia bit her lip until it bled.
This was truly a grave predicament.
There seemed to be no option but to fight, even knowing they had virtually no chance of winning.
But perhaps they didn't need to defeat him. As long as they could distract him long enough to recover Nadia and make their escape, they could figure out the rest afterward.
She silently transmitted her intentions to the others.
'Big sis Ophelia and Esme, you two can support from the back; Miranda, Veyra, and I will take the lead.'
Jaeneva replied in response to Ophelia's instructions, briefly glancing toward Ophelia's now flat belly, making her reasoning for the formation quite clear.
The faint nods they gave her, even as Veyra groaned in pain while struggling to stand on her own two feet, were all the confirmation she needed.
'Get ready...'
Ophelia signalled once again.
