Kael
Veylan changed his hold before the next pulse reached the blade.
Darian's wrist brightened beneath the glove. The instructor turned the weapon toward the empty floor while the second man took the elbow. Light ran down the grip and struck stone instead of the open gate.
The stop officer drove the hooked pole across the guard.
This time, the weapon left Darian's hand.
It slid beyond the fighting area and struck the lower barrier with a flat ring.
An attendant moved toward it.
"Leave it," the inspector called. "Keep the space clear."
He stopped.
Darian did not.
His empty hand closed. The light beneath his skin remained. When he tried to rise against the two instructors, the movement pulled one of them half a step before the stop officer reset the restraint around his upper arm.
The equipment had not been the source.
That was now visible to more people than me.
"Wrist before the surge," I called again.
