West launched forward with his fist cocked back, straight in Icarus's direction.
He was about to reach Icarus and plant a punch right into his dignity—
When...
BOOM!
A detonation burst in front of West's face.
Air compressed violently and the force slapped him mid-charge, sending him flying sideways like he'd been hit by an invisible truck.
He crashed and rolled causing the crowd to scream.
Bront stepped forward with his palms slightly apart and his eyes glowing faintly.
He looked smug even with a busted lip due to Caleb's body ramming into him earlier.
"Careful," Bront said, like he was giving friendly advice. "You almost landed something."
Icarus snapped his head toward Bront, then grinned.
"Thanks," he said sharply. "We got him now."
West pushed himself up on one knee, shaking his head once.
He glanced at the pillar, then back at Icarus.
"What happened to taking care of it yourself," West muttered. "Of course you can't trust the word of gangsters."
