The group of five people suddenly looked up, spotting the dark-skinned man. He quickly shot the arrow, but was too late. His target, a man in a leather jacket and a bandanna, carrying a long spear, quickly dodged the attack. He looked up at the man with dark eyes.
In a flash, all five members had scattered into a hexagon formation. A man was stationed at the topmost point, wearing whites and grays, his hands pressed together and invoking what looked to be bluish barriers around all five.
Two men in the front also had their hands together, but were chanting something, staring up the cliff.
The dark-skinned man turned his head slowly to Theodarus. The bow moved in the same direction. "You. . ." If Theodarus could have seen through the man's goggles, he would have seen his eyes widen in recognition. "You really must have a death wish after all."
The other four members of his team moved out from the shadows, preparing to defend their sniper.
The first one to come out was the man in a turban and rags from before. He nodded at Theodarus and Zachary.
The second was a man with spiky red hair, wearing a scarf and a bodysuit. Connected to his right arm was a huge metal contraption. Upon further inspection. . .it looked a bit like a toenail clipper. At the end of the barrel-shaped metal shaft, there was a large metal clamp. Protruding back past the man's head, coming out of the top of the metal shaft, was a long shining blade. The man's arm seemed to dissapear into the metal from the elbow down. A strange device indeed.
The third was a small, teenage boy with ice blue hair and freckles. He wore a light white t-shirt, and ripped jeans. He didn't seem malicious.
The final to unmask himself from the shadows was a tall white man with a blonde afro. He wore what looked like a large potato sack, altered into a full-body tunic. Topping off the oddity were a pair of curved sandals on his feet.
"Negi and Rall, go to them. Christopher, please help them," the man with the dark skin and braids said, his look never faltering from Theodarus. "You know what to do."
Christopher, presumably the boy with ice blue hair, knelt down at the edge off the cliff. Amazingly, from the place where his hands stood, a dozen thick vines sprouted, and continued growing until they touched the bottom of the crevasse.
Negi, the man with the turban, and Rall, the man with the large metal device, each grabbed onto some of the vines and slid down. In a flash, they dashed to one of the closest chanting men, a bearded, greying man in faded robes.
Suddenly, from the rags that shrouded Icarus, four arms flew out, each of them carrying a mid-sized sabre. He positioned them around the man.
Rall aimed his device as well, smirking. "If I understand these barriers correctly, they work both ways. Which means if you want to shoot off whatever you're charging, you'll have to take them down. I suggest you don't, unless you all want to die."
The man with braids spoke again. "Let me guess, you didn't take the time to get to know your teammates' powers, and create a strategy for dangerous situations." the dark-skinned man smirked. "I'll give you five seconds to retreat."
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