Ryan stood at the window looking down on the fight below, chaffing under the restriction Alex had put on him, requiring him to stay with the Masters.
“Now, lad, Alex and the others will sort out the trouble.” Aaron’s tone belied his words, holding a hint of concern as he stood next to him looking down at the fight as well.
Ryan glanced at the Master Healer, then back down again. He’d spotted Alex easily enough, and avidly watched him fight with the Elite at his side. They were much better fighters, yet clearly outnumbered. He knew realistically he would be more of a hindrance to those below, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to help. Feeling a sudden surge in the veil, the cold blast of power washing over him, Ryan spun around from the window to be confronted with four Sundered and a
