In sheer terms of numbers, it was a totally unexpected result. The four youths and the Talented that remained standing surveyed the scene with varying emotions
Lucian, Cassius, and Talia surveyed their handiwork with a hint of amusement and even disbelief in their eyes.
The Talented, on the other hand, stared at their comrades groaning and stirring on the ground in fear and shock. It was improbable that such a small number of people could overwhelm such odds.
The fight had ended almost as swiftly as it had started.
"Well, do you still want to go on? Anthony asked coldly, his eyes still glowing with grey light.
During the insidious clash of wills, Brant had fallen to his knees from the strain of the mental battle, his entire body trembling slightly.
His breathing had turned ragged, small beads of perspiration rolling down his face.
Brant strained to look up, the light in his eyes dimming completely.
