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The Rank Two fought the pull with brute chaos energy. The threads strained.
Sekhmet did not force them to hold. He used the pull to step inside. His elbow struck the fighter's ribs. There was a sound, Crack!
The Rank Two staggered.
Sekhmet's fist followed, hard enough that the fighter's teeth snapped together and the man stumbled into the wall.
Sekhmet did not finish him yet. He had a rule tonight. Contain, then harvest. Not chaos. Not slaughter.
A second Rank Two came in from the left. A third from the right.
Seven Rank Two total, and now they moved like a pack realizing the prey was dangerous.
Dickon Iron backed away instinctively, eyes wide, the moment he saw Sekhmet in fight.
Not because Dickon had gained wisdom. Because his body remembered being thrown into cabbages and humiliated in public.
Then he remembered the status… His pride hated Sekhmet. His instincts feared him.
"Kill him!" Dickon snapped, voice rising. "Kill him now!"
