Kiuga called the first rotation the moment Sagiri's back vanished into the tree line, and the squad answered without a single wasted motion between them.
Kaka held the center while Ulekai darted wide, drawing Taziraka's reach toward open ground where nobody would pay for the mistake with their spine.
'Five of us against the strongest man in Tagayia would be a joke in any other year,' Kiuga thought, watching Bukata sprint clear of a falling fist, 'tonight it is just the job.'
Zazarie called the pattern from the flank, voice flat despite the dust rolling over her, "He's turning right on the third breath, same as you called it before."
Kiuga adjusted the rotation on her word, pulling Ulekai back a half step before the third breath finished, and the fist that should have caught his shoulder tore through empty air instead.
The squad had trained years for choreography like this, though never against a target who could rebuild a shattered knee between one attack and the next.
