That was why it was no surprise to her when gray-clad Field Binders emerged from neighbouring alleys. One to her left and one to her right. So predictable. They both had those strange Al a Nari pistols.
She spun on the one to her left.
Thrusting out her open hand, she loosed a surge of kinetic energy that hit the poor man square in the chest. He went flying backward down the street, legs kicking, and then fell to the ground.
She rounded on the other man, a tall fellow with golden hair and tanned, olive skin. That one cried out in alarm.
Azra leaped with a pulse of her Gravity-Sink, drawing her sword as she passed over his head. It was an elegant weapon, slightly-curved with a single-edged blade. Twirling it, she turned around to face him.
The man pointed his gun at her.
Azra lifted t
