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Jhades, who was among monsters, lost control of his breathing. He found it so hard to make a decision without first knowing the outcome. "Do I go back to the Great Wise Wizard on my own or did he fight them?" was the question on his mind. He understood that he was more likely to die if he made a move alone than accompanied.

Rey did not wait for his brothers to make a decision. Expelling great threatening power and all his murderous intent, he leapt in the direction of the leader of the three subjects who dressed their bodies in worn armor, which made use of the [OEM] logo composed of letters that Rey did not understand, but also did not care about.

The wolf and the vampire saw a shadow pass between them at high speed. In the blink of an eye, Rey shot out from within the forest with the intention of circling his targets so that they would ignore their siblings. As the little hybrid ran as close to the ground as he could, he dodged the daggers that sought to stab him while trying to remain calm. White was also involved, but the feline knew that his role was to assist his partner and also to surround the targets on the opposite side with the intention that they would not lower their guards or focus all their attention on a single target.

The small white-eyed man, while keeping his distance, was studying his enemies without ceasing to run in circles around them. Three imposing subjects were his main concern. They were not as large as his father, but they did wear full armor whose only openings were on the back of the thighs and under the arms. The three helmets were composed of different plumes, one of red hair, one of gray feathers and the last of red feathers. The wearer of the red-feathered plume held what appeared to be a polearm with two huge sharp ears, a dagger protruding from the middle and before the hilt the space for vestiges of what appeared to be a flag. The wearer of the gray feathered helmet had a leaner and more agile build. He stood erect with his right fist behind his back, and with his left hand holding aloft what appeared to be a fine double-edged saber whose guard covered the wearer's fist. The last one, who wore the helmet with red hair, the one who had been talking and throwing the knives, had a more open stance to the others, carrying in his left hand what was a sheathed rapier whose opposite end rested on the ground.

Lacking any intention of using his best cards first, Rey threw the daggers he could pick up from the ground. The knives were flying at high speed, the musket user felt the need to dodge the objects with his saber, but the other two simply covered their faces and let the hardness of their armor do the job. Several rounds in a row from Rey and more than a dozen shots. The armor of the three subjects under constant attack did not even crack, an indication that exposed just how tough they were. The imposing voice gave to hear:

"Why does someone who should not fear death put so much effort into surviving!" In the absence of a response, he continued, "What, you don't know how to speak Leonel?"

Rey, aware that humans used all kinds of psychological tactics to accomplish their goals, answered loudly, without stopping moving:

"My name is Rey... not Leonel."

As soon as one of those accompanying the red-haired plume became angry; he tried to attack with his spear back at the little one who was moving so much, however, he was quickly stopped by his more experienced companion.

The imposing voice warned his companion holding the spear:

"Don't try anything unnecessary! If he had tried to run away like the other two I would have cut his head off without hesitation. But he gives us the front and has cards under his hand that he hasn't used. Although he's a kid, he clearly moves around employing a discreet fighting style... I have no doubt that he's extraordinary. Frederick, keep your guard up for this reason."

The wearer of the red feathered helmet said:

"What does it have to do with him being extraordinary? This is the time to kill him before the others come" he replied in another language.

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