Molten near-metal cupped in one hand, Alan blinked at their enemies. A very slow blink. Everything was slow.
Oh. I remember this.
Bullets were fast; faster than even a Fanalis on the prowl. But he didn’t have to see the bullets. Just the shooters, beginning to twitch as they decided to pull the triggers.
Alan eyed five lumps of lead melting in the wall of flames, and grinned. “And teachers say watching anime’s a waste of time.”
Good, Yunan decided. They’ve seen enough.
And Amon’s flames had their enemies’ eyes firmly riveted to molten lead. Meaning he no longer had to worry about his attention straying from Maria’s Borg.
Yunan raised his wand, with a soundless whisper.
Watching their enemies topple, Malachy growled under his breath, as the light dimmed a bit and Aladdin floated the carpet down to solid ground. “Damn it.”
“I know, I wanted to kill them too,” Tiburon sighed. “Simon, you need to tell Yunan that was just not fair. Not fair at all.”
“Latent Blood Knight tendencies,” Simon said wryly, finally letting the ghostly veil of lightning vanish. “Ja’far, I think you need a refresher on the term latent.”