"Damn it, Simon! I told you not to charge in!" a young man with dark hair and striking purple eyes shouted, struggling to maintain the mana shield around himself and the two archers beside him, who were firing off arrows as fast as they could.
"I'm running out of arrows—Lucian, toss me some of yours!" one of the archers called out, desperation creeping into his voice.
Lucian, a brown-haired girl, let another arrow fly and nailed a rat mid-leap, but when she reached back for another, her hand grabbed nothing but air. "I'm out too..." she muttered grimly.
"Shit..." the other archer cursed, yanking the sword strapped to his back as Lucian did the same.
Meanwhile, the young mage gritted his teeth, frustration boiling over. "That arrogant fuck! I told him we should coordinate with the other teams and hit the den together—but no, he just had to play hero!"
