Emma reached the tank, and decided to engage first.
"I will take the front!"
"Okay."
Emma's daggers began to search for the gaps in his plate. The tank caught the first strike on the haft of his hammer and swept the second aside with a heavy backhand.
His armor did its job as Emma's blades scraped across the plate and drew no immediate blood.
Moon came in behind her, his sword already moving towards the joint between the Surpasser's helm and pauldron. The Surpasser turned into the strike, catching Moon's blade on the reinforced ridge of his hammer's head.
The clash rang across the rubble.
Moon could see it in his eyes, the attack had gave him a great deal of pain, even if he managed to defend against it.
The Surpasser pressed back. Moon didn't stay in the exchange, stepping back.
