Ben Yu crouched down, picked up the black blade he had set by the tree roots, and said solemnly,
"We only have one arrow left for ranged attacks, and we can't beat them in close combat. To distract them..."
Ben Yu paused, took a deep breath, and looked at Yuan Ling. His voice was heavy but firm, as if he had made a momentous decision.
"So we need a decoy to draw them away. I'm the only one here who isn't injured. I'll be counting on you to keep me safe."
Yuan Ling lowered her head and picked up her arrow. She didn't try to stop him or even look at him.
She knew that, given their situation, this was the only way forward.
"We only have this one arrow, Yuan Ling. You'd better make it count."
Ben Yu started walking out of the shadow of the enormous tree stump, which could shelter several people. As if to put himself at ease, he looked back at Yuan Ling, who had her head bowed, and spoke as lightly as though he were off to an amusement park.
But the White Incandescents had horses. Chasing him down would be easy.
"Ben Yu, wait..."
With a deep sigh, Zheng Wuyou closed her eyes in exasperation and stopped him before he could step out.
Truthfully, she had never liked Ben Yu, even though he had never done anything wrong.
After all, this near-stranger she barely knew was always getting too close to Yuan Ling.
But that alone wasn't reason enough for her to stand by and watch Ben Yu go out to die.
Besides, when had she ever said they had to fight in person to clear this level?
"You're right, but we don't need to play the hero."
She opened her eyes and