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As I turned around, I absorbed the scene calmly. The girl—Yang, I supposed—was beating the crap out of Junior’s men. Junior himself had slammed into a wall after being knocked through that pillar and was probably seeing stars for the moment, not that I was sure it made much difference. Junior’s level hadn’t changed since I’d last seen him and from what I could see, neither he nor his men would be a match for Yang. Before my eyes, she leapt high into the air, coming down with a blow that seemed to make the floor around her ripple, tossing perhaps a dozen men away.
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Her arms moved back and there was an explosion of heat, a sudden light in the darkness to Suryasta’s eyes. She’d fired two shots, flinging herself forward with a bang. I slid to the right with a minimalistic motion, letting her fist go by my face—and letting the rest of her crash right into me. I didn’t stumble or twitch, but stood stock still like a wall even as she slammed into me, lifting my left arm to catch her when she rebounded off my chest and began to fall. She caught herself on my arm with the same hand she’d just tried to punch me with and then paused for moment in sudden alarm. The next, with an action that was almost reflexive, her other fist slammed into my chest and there was another explosion.

I stood still again even as she threw herself away, extending my Aura to cover my clothes. It was a waste of energy when my skin was far better armor, but I didn’t think Raven would appreciate me fighting her daughter in rags or, worse, naked. My tail would probably be revealed in my clothes were destroyed anyway—and I suppose I had MP to burn regardless. As such, I merely brushed my shirt off as she skid to a halt, keeping track of the others around me—of Junior and his followers moving away to ensure they weren’t caught in the fray, but no doubt watching intently.

When I finished making a show of how little the blast had affected me, I returned the hand to my pocket and stood relaxed, eyes still shut. Yang had stopped her assault and taken a slow, quiet step to the side, followed by another and another still when I didn’t react. After a few seconds, she stood at my three o’clock, emotions rising and falling. Empathy wasn’t the same as telepathy and I couldn’t read her mind, but I could connect her feelings to my own knowledge and make guesses. She was trying to decide on the best approach, considering how to attack. Closing in had no effect, so next—