"Lucas!" Noah called out, not taking his eyes off his opponents. "Status report!"
"Engaged with two contacts! Diana's got one slowed but not stopped! We need to wrap this up—more pods incoming!"
'Five total contacts now deployed. Tactical situation degrading rapidly.'
The dying Harbinger was trying to stand, its hands still pressed to its throat but its eyes burning with determination to take Noah down with it. The fresh one was circling around to Noah's left, trying to set up a pincer attack that would leave him nowhere to dodge.
'Classic pack tactics. Force the prey into a kill zone, then attack from multiple angles simultaneously.'
Noah's mind raced through his options. Void Blink could get him out of the immediate trap, but it would only delay the inevitable—he needed to eliminate threats, not just avoid them. Null Strike would take one of them down permanently, but the energy cost would leave him vulnerable if more pods were still incoming.
