Rooley's wrist buzzed softly. He glanced down at the bracelet, breathing still heavy from the coordinated assault that had just ended. The numbers glowed faintly.
[650 PTS]
Three hundred from the two Mana Heart Rank 1 criminals. Two hundred fifty from the Mana Heart Rank 2. Not bad for someone who had started the round with a hundred points and a reputation as the weakest link in his group. His lips curved into a faint, humorless smile. The people who had written him off clearly didn't understand what a summoner was capable of when given room to breathe.
His smile faded as his eyes lifted to the figure standing motionless at the far end of the parking lot.
Vareth.
