Sura didn't throw right away.
She let the ball drop from her palm, caught it on the way back up, and let it drop again. Bounce, catch. Bounce, catch. The sound of it echoed through the empty gym, slow and steady, almost lazy, like a heartbeat. Her eyes never left Chul.
Then her people moved.
The man with the two short blades stepped forward and slashed at the empty air in front of him. Once, twice, three times. He wasn't anywhere near them. For a second Seul didn't understand. Then she saw the faint shimmer hanging in the air where his blades had passed, thin silver lines, barely visible, floating in the dark like spider silk.
