The sound of gunfire filled their ears as the group of armed men pulled the trigger on a confused Ether. She crossed her arms in front of her face to block them, then she frowned.
The bullets pierced through her skin, tearing past her face and leaving scratches. Ether stood in shock as the wounds seared, then she slowly lowered her trembling hands, "How?"
"While we had you in our care, I've had the time to come up with a number of counters for you." Sigmund started calmly, spreading his hands as the armed men reloaded the guns.
Silas frowned, sweeping his gaze across the crowd. They had appeared out of nowhere, taking them by surprise and he didn't have the chance to get out of this vulnerable position.
"We have no reason to kill you, Ether. All you have to do is get rid of that fool, and then we can go back to the old times." Sigmund lowered his hands, his expression turning fierce.
