Hope POV

I spun the karambit around and felt the weight of them, analyzing if there was any magic in it and what I could do, but from the looks of it, for now, the weapon was just tougher, with nothing special.

I'm unconnected to Dylan with the mental message, so any orders would have to be given out loud, at least until it synced up.

"I'll be in the gallery." The Priestess spoke and walked up to the gallery. I turned to my opponents.

They had already taken positions farther apart. I looked at Dylan, I already knew the way he fought, and I had seen his training a...