Ollie, the spectator, was not sure what he was seeing.
The corridor ahead was dim, but it wasn't the ominous glow or the subtle creaks of the walls that unnerved him.
It was them.
The people around him—his friends, his guildmates, his terrifyingly overqualified brother—were operating with such horrifying precision that all he could do was stare down at the particle saws in his hands and quietly wonder:
When exactly was I supposed to use these?
First, there was Xavier, who vanished from beside them without uttering a sound—reappearing behind a patrolling pirate and disarming the man before he could so much as blink. The pirate was on the floor seconds later, stunned and very unconscious.
Every now and then, Jax would swipe at someone's head with his legs, and Ollie would be reminded just how short he was compared to these mobsters.
