The air around him crackled as he launched himself with explosive speed. The bullies barely had time to escape before he brought his palm of blazing thunder down in their center.
The ground boomed.
A wave of force burst outward through the corridor, slamming into all five of them and sending them skidding hard into the walls and floor.
Baroq grunted loudly as his chest hit the stone. The twins cursed in unison. Kallan barely managed to throw up a barrier of lightning before the shock sent him stumbling sideways.
Lancet landed lightly in the middle of them, feet steady, body balanced, the expression on his face still conversational.
"That's one way to start," he said.
Cillian snarled and thrust both hands forward, cold air instantly surging from his palms in a white blast that should have frozen the corridor solid.
Lancet grinned. "Why would I be scared of the cold when I can heat up the air around me?"
