Talia was pinned against a fossilized bone.
Draven's blade pressed against her throat. Her daggers lost. Body covered in bleeding cuts.
Her Kinetic Eye was useless against someone who could predict her thoughts.
She was a bird with broken wings. Life measured in seconds.
"Pretty little bird," Draven said. His cruel smile wide. "Shame I have to kill you."
He pressed the blade deeper. Cold steel against skin.
From across the battlefield, Jin saw it.
He was locked in brutal combat with Garron. Their duel a rhythm of steel against bone.
CLANG! CLANG!
But in a quiet moment between blows, his gaze flickered to Talia.
He saw the blade at her throat. The triumphant look on Draven's face. The life fading from her eyes.
Something inside him made a choice.
Not strategy. Not training. Something deeper.
He let out a roar. Not of a soldier. Of a man.
Pure rage and desperate need to protect.
He abandoned his fight. Ignored the opening he was giving Garron.
