"Ha!" Draven grinned, waving lazily. "It's the pretty lady! Hey, Lumi!"
Zephyrion's eyes turned cold.
"Don't get distracted! She's not weak." Vaelor voice snapped. "Watch the tree line! There could be more of them—"
Lumi shot forward.
Despite the scrambler, her short legs seemed to blur. Before anyone could react, her fists crashed into two throats.
"Urgh!"
"Ark!"
Two bodies crumpled to the ground.
Vaelor and the others stared, momentarily stunned by the icy indifference in Lumi's eyes, before the former recovered first.
"Attack! Bring her down!"
They rushed her from every direction. Yet Lumi was already moving. With the scrambler active, only pure combat prowess mattered. She was an assassin raised by the Order.
They were nothing.
She became a blur among them, weaving through their attacks. Bodies dropped in her wake.
