With a flick of his hand, steel shackles covered with various runes burst from thin air and snapped around Rhazien's limbs, pinning him to the ground like a hunted beast. The restraints coiled tighter as he twitched.
As reinforcements from Xuelong's squad flooded the area, Ryan straightened and barked out new orders. "Get them to the medics—immediately!"
Then, with zero ceremony, he drove his boot hard into Rhazien's side as he issued new orders. "Take this filth into custody. If he gives you trouble, end him. Slowly. Make it hurt."
He turned to Michalina, voice hardening. "Micha, with me. We've still got prey to hunt."
He cast one last glance at the battered forms of Ylerias and Xuelong, and his eyes filled with a flicker of guilt and urgency before he vanished into motion again.
Michael, still helping a dazed Chen to his feet, froze. A pair of armoured combatants barrelled towards them, moving with terrifying speed. Panic surged through him.
