A few Brawlers and two Casters rushed through the vanguard to heroically engage the cyclops and keep it distracted.
From how well they were managing themselves, they looked like they were high-ranking Cadets — probably in the top 40s.
But Samael wasn't holding his breath on their survival.
At best, they could keep the cyclops distracted for a minute. Maybe two.
It was not nearly enough time to evacuate more than a handful of people from the plaza.
And it certainly wasn't enough time to sneak up behind the cyclops and try to take it down while it wasn't busy blasting lasers at them.
Samael gripped the hilt of Aurieth a little tighter.
By then, Michael had made his way to them.
Without a word, Samael jerked his chin toward Juliana.
Michael followed the gesture — then blinked when he saw the white-haired girl slumped on the ground, one hand clutching her calf, blood seeping through her fingers.
He dropped beside her immediately.
