The situation in the hall degenerated quickly.
With the automatons unleashing their true agility, it didn't take long before Lancelot, Isabel, and Robert found themselves surrounded from everywhere but behind, where the elevated safe spot stood.
The trio didn't have their backs on the wall, but it was just a matter of time unless they decided to get serious and resort to more reckless, wasteful approaches.
It didn't help that the trial seemed to have been tuned for five challengers, while there were only three fighting. Injuries had yet to happen, but they sounded pretty much ensured now.
And Lancelot had to admit that he was a bit bored, which was annoying, really.
Individually, the automatons weren't great. Ordinary rooting experts might struggle against them, but not Lancelot, and definitely not those he had recruited.
The automatons' true strength came from their numbers and perfect teamwork, which enhanced their individual traits far beyond their sum.
