The young man with glasses glanced back at the gothic woman, his expression void of emotion. She gave a slight, dismissive nod of her head.
"Finish them," said the woman.
The young man made a swift flick of his wrist. From the five points on his energy shields where the sniper bullets had struck, concentrated beams of searing white light erupted. They streaked toward the rooftops with impossible precision. Five muffled explosions of gore followed as the Royal snipers were decapitated instantly, their bodies slumping over the ledges.
Ethan raised his eyebrows, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his face. That's a powerful ability. If he can redirect kinetic energy and turn it into light... can my lightning break through? Ethan thought.
The woman took a step forward, her silver spikes glinting. "That was just a warning. Next time, there will be no mercy," said the woman.
