"Lances, Swords, and Mages!" Felix screamed through the war cries of his teammates. "The three are severely wounded! We will launch a combined attack that will end the three in a single swoop."
Usually, revealing a battle plan to one's foe was a no-go, but they were battling without any prior notice, which meant that strategy had been thrown out the window by now when their lives were at stake.
Reverting to planning a on organized assault was useless, as it would only endanger Felix and his platoon to further danger, now that Ad Astra had resorted to utilizing their blessings. Felix wondered how one of Alex's men had the ability to use the holy element. 'Did he make the guy his slave?'
He'd learned of slaves from his leader, and had been severely disgusted at the notion of enslaving a human. Even now, he contemplated whether to free the man from the enslavement, but quickly decided that survival was his priority and weighed above his conscience.