He burst forward with terrifying speed, crashing through a squad of Soulers like a meteor.
One of the bounty hunters, Krayt, moved to intercept — only to be sent flying by a single backhand blow.
Blood sprayed.
The werewolf leapt for Ivana, roaring—
But BOOM!
Lancelot arrived, fists crossed in an "X," taking the blow head-on. His boots skidded across the ground, leaving a trail, but he did not fall.
Ivana's eyes flashed. "You're late."
"I wanted to make an entrance," Lancelot grinned.
Together, they launched a coordinated assault — Lancelot going low, Ivana weaving frost around the wolf's limbs, freezing joints mid-motion.
And then…
SLASH!
Ivana's fan slashed across the lieutenant's chest — frost engulfed his torso.
BANG—!
Lancelot's uppercut exploded upward, sending the lieutenant flying, unconscious.
The crowd watching from afar — human and Souler alike — let out a wave of cheers.
But not everything was going smoothly.
