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You have just the time to slip a few words :
"Yi Norm, engage their frontline. Your goal is not to win, but stall them. Jia Lin, with him. Look for an oppotunity to out-manoeuver the shield-girl.
Dhundan, go and take down Ing Rid. Meanwhile, Sin Din and Ping Jun, go take Bjorn.
Man Din, Yan Er, you're on duty to protect us
Ster Ling, rapid fire to suppress their backline. Aim for the fodder. Meiying Youling, try to help as you can?"
They nod, and you all take place making the minor ajustements regarding your battle plans.
Mental note : you know little-to-nothin about the aptitudes of half of your group regarding their True Qi enabled technique.
It's not a given they all found some new skills, but you had no time to just ask them. You put it aside as you have immediately pressing matters.
Yi Norm rushes to reach the frontline. They seem smug, until the lone boy become immediately surrounded by eight Monkey spirits, freezing in place.
That's when Ster Ling start drawing arrows. Immediately, the Shieldbearer yells "<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">The Wall of the North!</span></span>"
She rotates her shield as the metal expand and cover in ice, turning in a several meter wide, three meter high circle of arc.
Ster Ling arrows ping helplessly against the wall. Perfect opportunity. You summon your mount, then JUMP.
A clear line of sight to the backline let you witness the priestress summon a powerful-looking technique - something like an ice storm. Not that you want to stay and witness the art.
You feel the complete stadium gaze focusing on you as you unfurl your Phoenix Wings, line your shot, and release an arrow empowered by a complex mix of Wind, Space, Poison and Phoenix Qi.
Ster Ling can certainly draw his bow fast. But you feel your technique, despite taking as much time to launch as 4 of Ster Ling arrows, fly even faster.
Your powerful shot instantly pierce through the chest of your target, erupting in blood. Time seems to freeze as one of the organizer cross the field in a blur, careful to not interract with the fight, and take the girl out for emergency care.
You did it. You inflicted a wound surely lethal, that will leave a scar and a bad memory for the rest of that girl life. Did she chose to partake in the tournament? Did you even chose yourself? You're slowly gliding back to the ground, while witnessing the rest of the bloodbath. But what you heard in your mind shaked you even deeper.
