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Dickoff's voice lowered. "Boy, you think the auction made you untouchable."
Sekhmet's gaze sharpened. "No. I think you are touching the wrong thing."
Dickoff's eyes narrowed. "Take him."
That was the final line.
The seven Rank Three moved.
At the same moment, Sekhmet spoke calmly, voice low but absolute.
"Vera. Vela."
The twins moved instantly, bodies blurring forward like two knives thrown from the same hand.
They did not rush randomly.
They targeted.
They went for the first Rank Three that stepped into striking range, because removing momentum mattered more than showing off. Vera's blood threads snapped out, thin and fast, catching the man's wrist and elbow at once, redirecting his first swing. Vela stepped inside the redirected strike and drove her fist into his ribs with a force that made bone crack. The Rank Three's eyes widened in shock, because he had expected "two women" and received "two predators."
