As he waited for the others to arrive, Rider took the time to survey the situation and try to gain as much knowledge as he could. The gathered Varlus' still had their spines raised; this was a good sign, as it meant their hunt was not over, and the other Breakers were most likely alive. He still couldn't see any sign of them, though. As he watched from behind his corner, another, fourth Varlus came into view from down a different pathway. Rider's eyes narrowed as he watched the beast; four of them, against four Breakers. It shouldn't prove very difficult for them, if their assault was synchronized. The Varlus were concentrated on other things, so with any luck, they<span style="font-style: italic">might</span>be able to take them by surprise.<br/><br/>After a short while, Plague, Joker, and Arbalest were all assembled behind him. He gave each of them a nod as they approached, otherwise staying silent. It was surprising that their scent had not been found yet, but the Varlus were likely preoccupied with their current quarry. With one final glance to check their positions, Rider silently rose a hand to his ear and tapped the button to activate his communicator. "Arbalest, take aim at the farthest one; when I give the word, I want each of you to rush in and engage a separate Varlus," he said, speaking in a hushed whisper. "Plague, you handle the closest one. Me and Joker will get mid-range."<br/><br/>He watched Arbalest until she was ready, his own hand wrapping itself around the handle of his weapon in anticipation. Once she was prepared and taking aim, Rider slowly rose his free arm until his forearm was vertical. He waited a moment, making sure everybody was paying attention, and then sharply dropped it, signalling the attack.<br/><br/>Moments after, Arbalest's bolt flew, and Rider quickly unsheathed his weapon, dashing out from around the corner and taking a rather large leap over the first Varlus. After landing, he ran toward the one on his left, his weapon held in both hands and trailing behind him. As he neared it, he rose his arms and brought the sword around in front of him in a horizontal swing, one arm loosing its grip as the weapon left its reach. Unfortunately, the time it had taken him to approach was more than enough for the Varlus' to realize what was going on, and it deftly dodged back, out of the range of his strike.<br/><br/>Rider quickly closed the distance between them once more, reversing his grip on the weapon as he did so; now the hilt of his sword was facing forward, and despite the awkward leverage it offered, he brought it around easily with only one arm, aiming to bash the creature in its face as it recovered. This attack was far more successful, and the hilt connected squarely into the side of the Varlus' face, sending it off balance. Seizing the moment, Rider stepped forward once again, gripping the blade with both hands again. Lifting it over his head, he forcefully swung the weapon vertically downward, cleaving his opponent clean in half. Being a Gehna, there was no blood; the individual parts simply separated, each falling to a different side and squirming around for a moment as its life faded.<span style="font-style: italic">That was.. easy,</span>he thought as he watched the spines slowly flatten as the creature died. After it had ceased moving, he quickly spun around to check on the others, curious if their synchronized attack had worked out as well for them.