Kael decided to entertain her for a bit.
Ruby Churchill was observing him with the cold assessment. Her ice-colored eyes tracked his movements, calculating speed, reach, likely abilities. What she saw was a cloaked figure radiating Mana Heart Rank 1 aura — nothing special, nothing threatening.
I better end this quickly before they overwhelm me, she thought.
Around the courtyard, the surviving gang members had regrouped near the edges, watching the duel with the confused wariness of men who didn't know which side to root for. One of them — a scarred brute with a club — noticed Kael's lack of syndicate markings.
"He's not one of Vasek's! Get him!"
The gang charged.
Ruby ignored them. Her hands moved in a fluid pattern, water mana gathering around her fingers. SWOOSH. SWOOSH. SWOOSH. Three water tendrils erupted from the ground, each one thick as a man's torso, and surged toward Kael from different angles.
Kael drew his Void Edge blades.
