“Commander,” they murmur in unison. “Who handcuffed her?” Draven demands. They exchange a worried glance. “I did, sir,” the brown-haired one replies. A blast of wind shoots across the room. It hits all three guards straight in the chest, making them fly backwards. The two blond ones slam into the wall behind them and collapse to the floor while the brown-haired guy hits the side of a table, flips over it, and then crashes down on the other side. Draven stalks towards him while the two blond guards cough and struggle to their knees. “Commander,” the dark-haired one croaks as he tries to
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