"Second-year students." Damian's voice was quiet, almost thoughtful. "I thought it might be Nobles. But I wasn't sure until now."
The fourth one raised his hand, a combat knife appearing in his grip with a defensive Aura coating.
"Back off! Do you know who–"
Damian moved.
The telekinesis skill activated, and the knife ripped itself from the student's hand.
Then it reversed direction.
The blade drove straight through his palm, pinning his hand to the wall behind him.
"AHHHH–"
His scream was high-pitched and agonized, echoing off the alley walls.
The fifth one tried to run.
Damian's hand shot out, telekinesis gripping him like invisible fingers around his throat.
He was dragged backward through the air, his feet kicking uselessly, and slammed down onto the alley floor hard enough to crack the pavement beneath him.
All five of them were now immobilized.
Some were unconscious and some were barely awake… disoriented and in agony.
