"My plan is to send the spearman to deal with the enemy Juggernaut, and if they don't have one, send him to deal with the backline. The rapier Fighter will become an Assassin. The fight has to end quickly, and we need to put pressure on their team to give us time for our Spells," Michael explained.
In the end, Michael chose a middle way.
He didn't ask for advice, but he explained his reasoning and didn't immediately leave.
'So, he actually wants advice,' Kyle thought. 'Smart.'
"Falk, the one with the spear, is an Early Fighter," Kyle said.
Michael gritted his teeth in anger.
They had almost been disqualified!
"Why have we not been informed?!" he shouted.
"You have," Kyle said with a bit of annoyance. "Your coach has received our information."
"Why have you not told me?! You know that our coach can't be here!" Michael said.
"You're asking the wrong questions," Kyle answered. "The question is not why you haven't been informed by us. The question is why you haven't been informed by your coach."
"Are you saying our coach made a mistake?" Michael asked with anger.
"Yes," Kyle said. "I am saying just that."
The other two Sorcerers glared at Kyle.
"When a leader is busy, he must have somebody who takes over," Kyle said. "Your coach planned for the enemy's schemes, but he did not plan for his own absence."
Then, Kyle pointed at Horatio. "If anything happens to me, he takes over. He knows everything that I know, and the team is also trained to listen to his command."
"Where is your vice-coach?" Kyle asked.
"What a selfish policy," one of the Sorcerers shouted. "The team lives and dies with the captain, and the captain lives and dies with the team."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Falk said with annoyance as he stepped forward. "Did I hear that correctly just now? Selfish? How the fuck is that selfish?! What if the only way out of a situation is for the leader to sacrifice themselves?"
"Then, the captain made an error in judgment," the Sorcerer answered.
At that moment, Horatio coughed. "And the team should suffer because of their error?"
"We live and die together," the other Sorcerer stated.
Falk leaned against one of the luxurious pillars and pointed in a certain direction.
"Jail's that way," he said.
"Excuse me?" one of the Sorcerers asked.
"You live and die together," Falk answered. "The team suffers when the coach makes a mistake. Jail's that way. Join your coach in prison."
"That's different!" the Sorcerer shouted. "How is it different?" Falk asked with an arrogant smirk. "Your coach made a mistake, and he is suffering for it. According to your logic, you should also suffer from his mistakes. Yet, you keep staying here, in freedom."
"How very selfish of you," Falk said with a shit-eating grin.
At that moment, two of the Sorcerers pulled out their weapons in anger.
Falk just rolled his eyes.
"Go on," Bormine's cold and calm voice spoke slowly. "Three Sorcerers in a small room against four Assassins."
"You will be dead before you finish casting your first Spell."
The two Sorcerers looked at Michael for orders.
Michael had been surprisingly silent for a while.
Michael just looked at the Dwarves.
None of them showed any sign of nervousness.
"Keep your team in check," Michael said. "Their disrespectful comments fall back on your shoulders."
"No," Kyle answered.
Silence.
"Specify," Michael ordered with a dark voice.
"No," Kyle said slowly.
Michael grew enraged but tried to retain a calm exterior. "Was that an answer to my request, or did you just restate your answer?"
"Yes," Kyle said.
Silence.
"We don't have time for these games," Michael said. "I demand-"
"Or what?" Kyle interjected.
Michael gritted his teeth. "I demand that-"
"Or what?" Kyle asked again.
"Stop interr-"
"Or what?"
Michael looked like he was about to die of an aneurysm with his red face.
Then, Kyle slowly leaned into Michael's face.
"Or… what…?" he slowly repeated.
Silence.
"What are you going to do?"
"Are you going to kill us?"
"Are you going to complain?"
"Are you going to fight on your own?"
"What are the consequences if I don't do what you say?" Kyle asked with a threatening tone.
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