Charlotte sprinted down the crowded street, weaving through people, knocking over crates.
"Knock it off !" she yelled over her shoulder.
Ahrie and Min didn't answer—they were too busy laughing their asses off while chasing her.
She cut through an open space, grabbed whatever she could—baskets, cups, random street junk—and hurled them behind her to slow them down.
None of it worked.
"Come on! That's all you got!?" Ahrie taunted.
Charlotte gritted her teeth and dashed into a narrow alley. The walls pressed tight, her breathing ragged. She reached into her pouch, grabbed a small glass bottle, and flung it at them.
It shattered at Min's feet.
He didn't flinch. "Weak throw."
Then—BAM.
A deafening wave exploded outward.
Ahrie and Min instantly clutched their ears, wincing as the sound rattled through the narrow walls.
"ARGHH—stupid f*cking skill!" Ahrie shouted.
Charlotte smirked and took off again.
