Nohre's grip tightened on her walking stick as she watched their master hold both thieves with an almost lazy grip on their wrists. Watched them frozen in place by whatever pressure the small brunette was exerting at close range. The fact that it *looked* like nothing much was going on made it feel surreal.
Fusand's mind raced to categorize everything they'd just seen. The tightly flowing movements had looked almost like their master was doing a choreographed dance rather than engaging in a fight. His fingers twitched with the urge to take notes on his thoughts, but he didn't dare move to take his eyes off.
A sphere of pulsing light manifested near the woman's face again that made her flinch. The monotone voice she took a moment to lecture with carried clearly to her disciples across the distance. Though it was her Projection wielding protege that she intended the words for.
