Throughout the entire conversation...
Gena hadn't relaxed for even a single moment.
While Ezra kept the mysterious organization occupied with words, she had already prepared herself mentally for the instant he gave the signal.
Ever since surviving the Trial of Steel...
Her way of looking at danger had changed.
Even with the rows of Kalthoff Repeaters aimed at her, she no longer carried the same fear they once would have.
Perhaps it was because most of the people holding those rifles weren't Alchemists.
Or perhaps...
The Trial of Steel had raised her standards far beyond ordinary battles.
Whatever the reason...
The guards before her felt surprisingly weak.
Their stances lacked confidence.
Their breathing wasn't steady.
Even the way they held their rifles told her they depended entirely on the weapons in their hands.
They weren't warriors.
They were simply armed men.
In fact...
