Souji pulled out his sword. To Rin’s surprise, the Iron Wolves didn’t follow suit. They weren’t crowded close behind Souji like loyal followers would be. No—if they were loyal, they would have already joined him in the charge. Instead they hung back, waiting. Rin read the looks in their eyes—identical expressions of calculating uncertainty—and took a wild gamble. “Disarm him,” she ordered. They obeyed immediately.
