Julian didn't waste time with posturing.
His fist came at my face the moment Hanae's hand dropped, already wreathed in that purple Quantum Disruption energy that made reality itself look sick and wrong around his knuckles.
I leaned back, feeling the wind of his punch whistle past my nose.
"Too slow, princess."
His jaw clenched, and I saw murder bloom behind those sapphire eyes.
Good. Angry opponents made mistakes. And Julian Valerius seemed to make them in bulk.
Aaron moved to intercept, but Isabelle was already there, her spear catching the morning light as she drove the big guy backward with a series of strikes that made him look like he was dancing against his will. The green wind wrapped around her weapon turned every slash into something that could peel paint off steel.
Which left me alone with the golden boy and his daddy issues.
