The first member of the Crimson Banner squad came flying over the edge of the island, landing in a perfect combat roll. He was fast, silent, and his eyes immediately locked onto the fake versions of Scarlett and Chris standing on the fragile ledge. He saw them as the main threat.
"Targets spotted! On the ridge!" he yelled.
Tom Kane and the other two soldiers landed right behind him. They were a terrifying sight, a blur of red and grey armor moving with deadly purpose. Without a moment's hesitation, they charged towards the illusion.
"Wait," Kane suddenly barked, his eyes narrowing. His S-Tier talent, "Strategic Mimicry," was screaming at him that something was wrong. The way the fake Chris was standing, the angle of his shield, it was just a little too perfect, a little too obvious. "It's a trap!"
But it was too late. The first soldier had already leaped onto the fragile ledge, his sword raised high to strike the illusion.
CRACK!
