Chapter 106: Battle (1)

They returned to the little courtyard. Giselle and Jefferson ducked behind Gregory, faces a bit sheepish. Across from them, more than twenty agents in ragged, beggar-like clothes stood shoulder to shoulder, cold smirks on their faces. They smirked and rolled their shoulders, clearly raring to go. In just over two hundred days, those two had coasted on raw talent. They hadn't settled down to train, and spent every day finding new ways to needle the others. If they'd been in the Human World, fists...