Sera tilted her head as she stared at the man from Hope Sanctuary in front of her.
"Assets," she purred. The word itself amused her.
Aerenyx's mouth curved slightly, as if the soldier had just signed his own death warrant with vocabulary alone.
The soldier gestured with two fingers, and three more men stepped out of the truck. Another two appeared at the crest behind them, rifles ready, taking higher ground. They were doing the motions of a containment operation.
They were not doing it well.
"Last warning," the soldier said.
Psycho moved.
He didn't sprint. He didn't posture. He simply stepped forward and the temperature dropped around him so fast the air cracked. Frost snapped across the ground in thin lines, racing toward the lead truck like something alive.
The soldiers reacted late.
One of them fired.
