The girls who were crying a moment ago suddenly stood tall, pulling out weapons. They joined the others two more men who jumped out from pile of leaves clearly hidden.
It was all a setup.
Slim let out a deep sigh, shaking his head as he looked at the now-trapped, furious and embarrassed Ricky.
Moments like this reminded him why he preferred moving alone.
Slim let out a tired sigh. Slowly, he raised his hand, light beginning to flicker around his palm. It shimmered, then condensed manifesting into a radiant book of light.
The group of armed onlookers tensed up, weapons raised. Their faces hardened as they watched Slim, expecting him to leap into battle and fight his way through to save his captured comrade.
But instead of drawing a weapon, Slim did something entirely unexpected.
He was activating a talent.
"Don't let him finish whatever he's doing!" barked one of the two women, her tone cold and commanding. She seemed to be the leader.
