The man took a daring step forward, and in that instant, Caelan's reflexes snapped into action.
His hand shot into his cargo pants pocket, yanking out a water bottle, and then he hurling it into the air.
Water sprayed in a sparkling arc, and all eyes followed it.
In an instant, with a swift flick of his wrist, the droplets hardened into blade-like shards, slicing through the air with deadly precision.
Three water blades struck the man's neck, cutting cleanly before he even had a chance to react.
Blood spurted across the scene as the man clutched his neck.
He fell to the ground, his body shaking
uncontrollably.
The move was too fast, too unexpected.
The stunned men were a second too late to react.
By the time they raised their hands to their guns, the water blades had already struck.
One pierced an eye, another sliced a neck, others cut fingers and even grazed lips.
Screams and curses.
They blended perfectly into the chaos of the fight.
