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"Feba, I have called for the backup already. They could be here anytime. I think we should retreat for now. We can catch them later." Faneel urged in a worried tone.

He could see that the situation had turned heavy and if this kept going on then they would die here.

"There is no way we would be able to win from them even with the help of the backup I have called. Retreating is the only sane option." Faneel said.

"Shut up Faneel, don't be such a wuss. We have found them after so many days of searching, all of it will go to waste if we don't kill them right now." Feba said and snorted.

"We will have more chances in the future." Faneel retorted. His voice was louder than before.

"Sorry, you can leave if you want, I will stall them for you. But I can't leave this opportunity. This will be a big break for me." She said and gritted her teeth.