With that, the eight warriors brandished their weapons as they charged at Donald.
Even though it might look like Donald was done for, he was actually not bothered by it.
Donald's first reaction was to take a step back to avoid Zane's piercing sword.
Thereafter, he grabbed Zane's wrist before pulling the latter toward him with some fleeting footwork.
Donald's movements were so fluid that it appeared as if Zane had run in front of the former to become his human shield.
“Get out of the way!”
Caught by surprise when Zane got in between them, the other warriors managed to pull back their attacks to avoid hurting him.
Unlike the others, Marcel had no such concerns.
In fact, the broadsword in his hand accelerated toward Zane's chest instead.
He intended to plunge it through both Zane and Donald together, just like a kebab skewer.
Clang!
Donald reacted by pulling Zane back, giving the latter the opportunity to block with his sword.
“That's heartless of you, Marcel!” Zane barked upon fending off the strike.
Marcel was outraged by Zane's action. “Why did you block? If you hadn't done so, I would've killed him!”
“Duh! And I would have been dead too!”
Even though everyone wanted to complete the mission for their respective families, no one was ready to sacrifice their lives for it.
After all, they had all worked hard to become a divine-stage Novem Stella Warrior. The last thing they wanted was to die on a mission for the family.
Donald wasn't afraid of their numerical superiority precisely because he knew the limits of their commitment.
Seizing upon the opening provided by Zane and Marcel's argument, Donald grabbed Zane's neck from behind, silencing him.
“I just saved your life, Donald. Is this how you repay me?”
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