Kyle raised his hand.
His sword ripped itself from the earth. Dirt sprayed as the black blade tore free, spinning once before slapping into his palm.
He held it tight and commanded himself.
`Think fast. Find a way to get out alive with the kids.`
His split mind kicked into overdrive. Possibilities raced through his head like arrows, each one examined, weighed, discarded.
`First options, let the kids go to the exit by themselves, while I fight the towers and buy them time.`
But he dismissed it before the thought finished.
Libra would be with them, and Lilian had warned about him. And the archer was still out there in the mist, watching. The children wouldn't make it before they get caught by her.
`Second option, run for your life and leave them.`
His jaw tightened.
His body could barely move. His left arm hung useless at his side, the two arrow wounds still fresh, still bleeding despite the potion.
