The two S-tier visors from the Weeping Dragons faction advanced toward Liam slowly, with their tightly gripped weapons gleaming in the fractured light. The first warrior held a sleek lance pulsing with this violet energy, while his companion wielded twin short blades that pulsed with an eerie greenish energy.
Liam watched their approach with cold indifference, his expression blank as stone. But before the enemy visors could close the distance, Tim and Kent intercepted them, their forms cutting through the air like twin guardians.
"Not so fast," Tim growled, his amber eyes blazing with fierce intensity. Kent's own greenish energy flared around him like a luminous aura as he positioned himself beside his ally. The confrontation seemed poised to become a brutal two-versus-two battle when a thunderous roar shattered the tense silence.
