"Hehe." The man laughed with a thick sense of contempt tainting his voice. "Indeed." Mana burst out from his body before seeping into the leather gloves on his arms.
Ezekiel couldn't normally see this, but he had long since inputted a miniature mana detecting module into his headgear, allowing him to realize that the man's gloves might not have been normal as it seemed.
The augmented reality interface in his headgear zoomed in on the gloves to allow him notice miniature runes that now gleamed with a bright azure light that dispersed before suddenly converging to form a wave of wind that circulated around the man's clenched fists.
The mechanic's eyes narrowed. 'Forger equipment! These aren't normal bandits—if they are bandits at all.'
