On the rooftop of one of the buildings, two figures stood, looking down at the ongoing fight.
"Edric, we must save them right this instant," A guy next to Edric said, his voice anxious.
"Heh!" Edric chuckled, analyzing the fight critically, noticing the insane battle sense of his younger brother.
"Look at them, Charlie." Both looked down as Lucien sliced half of the failed Marionette's limb.
Following that, the creature lashed out its knee, fast enough that even an Elite might miss.
But Lucien didn't.
He actually blocked an attack from a quasi-Ascendant while being a new Adept.
Point-blank.
Even if he was a warrior and the creature was a sorcerer, this shouldn't even be possible.
Charlie's eyes widened, and Edric let out a chuckle.
"Do you still think they would lose, Charlie?" Edric asked.
But Charlie had no answer for it.
"I don't need to get my hands dirty, Charlie."
He spoke, malevolence dripping from his voice.
"Not right now, at least."
