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of an incantati on. The room closed in around me ; I had been struck dumb while a flurry of anxiety pass ed through my bones.
    I t brought out a sneer of self-disgust. “Oh fuck your magical bullshit, Richard.”
    I pushed aside the fledgling intimidation they had inspired. With one swift, practiced motion, I drew my sword. Richard’s eyes widened as I ran for him, my pace too fast for any of the others to come to his aid. I leaped for him when close enough, cutting off his spell with a soundly-placed kic k aimed square for his chest that laid him out on the floor. Turning to face the other members, my adversaries glared back at me; two women and three men.
    “Ladies and gentlemen,” I said through gritted teeth. “I shall offer you a mercy I would have never offered a human when I was yet an assassin. This is your final chance to back down and allow me and my watcher to leave without your interference. I promise you I shall inflict grave injury upon you otherwise.”
    One of the women – one I recalled being called Joan – snickered. I shifted my focus toward her, but her hands flew up before I could do anything. A n i nvisible force impacted me and s ent me fly ing onto the ground. My back hit first, followed by my head bouncing f rom the unforgiving floor. I groaned involuntarily when a jolt of pain sent my vision to swim ming for a brief moment.
    “I’d like to see you try,” she said.
    “Bloody fucking hell.” Quickly, I stood, ignoring the ache which radiated from head to back in favor of readying myself for their next onslaught. ‘ Ah, but I am hardly one for being on the defensive , ’ I thought, a smirk accompanying the slow descent of my fangs. ‘ No, I much prefer dominating these sorts of games. ’
    A growl rumbled from my throat. I dashed for Joan, who lifted her hands again, but fumbled for words as I closed in on her. I drove my hand into her windpipe, and then crouched as she fought against a temporary impediment to her breathing. The dull edge of my katana impacted her knees from behind as I swept around her, all one fluid motion which ended with her landing on the floor and me springing back into a stand.
    I sneered. “You best be fucking grateful you are not dealing with my former self.”
    One of the other elders – a tall man with jet black hair – stepped forward as Joan fell, drawing my focus over to him. I raised an arm to block an attempted punch, and answered with a kick to his chest. As he toppled, I turned and countered another advance from another elder who had remained quiet up to this point. He fell when I swept his legs out from under him. My mental tally ticked to four, with one final male elder – the blond-haired Lewis – the last man standing between me and Monica. I managed one step forward before a harrowing premonition overwhelmed me, compelling me to spin around and glance at the ground behind me.
    Richard stumbled to his feet some distance away. I watched his lips move and knew what he meant to continue.
    ‘ Flynn, stop him! ’
    “Damn it to hell,” I muttered. Monica’s voice still reverberated in my thoughts as I floundered for what to do. The lost moment cost me dearly. The ignored-Lewis spoke and in the time it took for me to begin to turn, he lifted his hands and ceased my attempt to face him. Whatever mental ability he used to place a lock on me kept me tethered in position, giving him the advantage.
    My katana involuntarily dropped from my grip. My knees began buckling, threatening to drive me to the floor, but I struggled against it, clenching my jaw in concentration while indulging in a steadying breath. My thoughts spun wild with potential solutions, panic threatening to paralyze me. Monica telepathically spoke to me again. ‘ Fight against it, Flynn , ’ she said. ‘ Remember, you’re just as powerful as they are. This is just textbook telekinesis and I bet you can break free of it. ’
    ‘ Telekinesis? ’ I wrestled with the urge to ask what