
“Explain it to me again.” Akachi was preparing another Shrivelling blast against an archer, trying to duck and weave while still pushing Randall's wheelchair through the underbrush.
“Because it looks like your brother is only using the knife on defense. That seems ineffective. And the bandolier...it seems complicated.”
“I thought you were all about spirits.”
The shaman sighed, as nearby the boxer defeated a warrior with a patented combination, readying for another.