A table shattered. Someone screamed. Rin flipped his chair back and slammed into the first thug that rushed them, elbow driving into a throat hard enough to drop him instantly. Arlen was already moving, firing twice, then twice more, backing toward the door with controlled aggression.
Klatos froze for half a second too long, wings half-spread, eyes locked on faces he recognized from the streets.
A loud crack cut through everything as the front window detonated outward.
The leader flew through it like a ragdoll and smashed into the hood of his own vehicle, metal folding inward under the impact. The engine choked and died with a hiss.
Then Xavier walked out through the shattered entrance, stepping over glass without caring. Smoke curled from the gun in his hand, the barrel glowing faintly. He looked annoyed more than angry. He tossed the weapon aside like trash.
