Yenna's thumb stayed pressed against the guard, and Hajin left his warning hanging right where he dropped it.
He held his mana tight against his ribs while her cold pushed back, keeping his balance without repeating himself once. Juna waited at his left rear with her claws clear, giving the desk no excuse to mistake quiet for surrender.
[ ShadowMage44: still not breathing over here, somebody blink first please ]
Yenna's grip tightened again before either of them could pick the next move.
Then a second pressure crashed down from above and folded his gathered mana straight back into his chest.
Three hunters dropped to their knees beside the bounty boards while a bench screeched under somebody's grabbing hand.
His fingers slapped onto the hilt before his brain caught up, but he found no edge to fight anywhere.
'What the hell is this, it feels exactly like the throne room all over again.'
