“II iinstruucted theem too doo soo,” Oreus said matter-of-factly, and without any sense of regret.
Oreus drove in front of the two women, his two henchmen at either side.
“Staand doown.”
The two female warriors deactivated their weapons. “Why Oreus, I don’t understand.”
“Beecaause tooday yoouu foought aas a teeam.”
Then another voice spoke from behind them. It was Timothy. “He was testing the two of you. To see if you fight as a team. I told him I had no doubts, but he must have decided to test the two of you all the same.”
“Yees,” Oreus responded. He nodded for his men to remove the crying warrior from the floor. “Aand I haave noo reegrets. The Fiiaana aare aall that maatters.”
With that, he used his chin to control his battle chair and drove away.
Audrey felt a drop of sweat from her brow. The onlookers were wide-eyed now. She turned her battle chair and saw that the team was all there. Her eyes met Timothy, who gave her a little smile.
They were already all decked out in their armor and weapons.
Timothy spoke with intensity, a chainsaw affixed to his chair, “Okay, everybody, this is how we’re going to approach the next battle.
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