Zavier moved without being asked, his spear coming up into defensive position, his body placing itself between Lysa and any approaching threats.
He wouldn't let anything reach her while she was vulnerable like this, her defense completely abandoned to focus on providing intelligence.
Students began panicking again, the brief moment of calm shattered by the understanding that they were surrounded by enemies they couldn't see.
People spun in circles, weapons raised, Auras flaring defensively, preparing to strike at shadows and fog and nothing.
Edrin's voice cut through the chaos like a blade – tactical and commanding, showing no fear despite being only a first-year.
"Shield bearers, form defensive lines! Three-sixty coverage! Heavy weapon holders, support from the sides! We don't have enough people for perfect coverage, so prioritize the directions Lysa calls out!"
Students hesitated, looking at each other, uncertain whether to follow orders from a commoner first-year.
"MOVE!"
