The leader floated in the air, completely in the hands of Ning who was looking for revenge. The other terrorists were on the ground for some reason Ning didn't understand.
Ning remembered what happened when someone was out of Aether. They would burn up their nerves instead of Aether and fall onto the ground completely paralyzed.
If they didn't gain back Aether in some time, they would fall into a comatose state and very slowly die.
This was not it. Ning didn't have time to wonder however and focused his attention on the leader. He moved him away from the prince and started doing to him what he did to Ning.
Arms, legs, and head, all being pulled away from the torso caused incredible pain to the leader. The leader started shouting in pain as his whole body got pulled to the extreme and was starting to get red all over.
Ning could tear his limbs apart at any moment, but he didn't. Despite being terrorists, if he did kill them, he was sure that he would be in a heap of trouble from the law of this country.
In such a civilized place, he doubted people could just overlook a death or two like back in Kumia.
So, all he did was keep him there, in that exact same state for as long as he could.
The leader could breathe, could talk if he wanted to. All he couldn't do was fight back and free himself from Ning's clutches.
The prince had already turned around and was looking towards Ning with a face of awe. He looked at the terrorist leader in pain and didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, Ning saw someone attack him from behind and immediately dodged to the side. The leader fell onto the floor, groaning with pain.
Ning got back up and saw a guy with a sword. He wore tight-fitting trousers and t-shirts. His short black hair was perked up straight and his beardless face made him look quite handsome.
His face was square-shaped, and with his height at about 170 cm, he wasn't as tall as Ning.
The man's face was stoic with almost no emotion and all he wanted to do with kill Ning.
'What the hell? He doesn't look like the rest of the terrorists,' Ning thought.
"Jamie, stop!" a calm voice came from the side.
A woman appeared from what seemed to be out of nowhere and stood in front of the kid. "He's not an enemy," she said.
The kid side-eyed the newcomer and finally got back from his stance. He put the short sword back onto the sheath on his hips.
The new woman looked towards Ning. She was older than the kid, possibly in her mid or late 30s. She wore tight black pants with a large brown belt that had a gun in the holster beside it. Above it, she wore a black tank top that showed off her slightly muscular hands.
She was taller than the kid at about 185 cm, and her hair tied in a bun above her head made her look even taller.
Her fair face with the dove-like eyes made her particularly attractive, but the stance she stood in gave off a 'come close and I will kill you' kind of vibe.
She looked at Ning for only a second before her eyes changed towards the terrorists that were on the ground.
"Your highness, are you alright?" she asked, immediately shifting her attention to the prince.
'She's here to help?' Ning wondered as he looked back at the kid with the sword. 'So he's here to help too? Makes sense,' Ning thought.
"Fiona, you're here?" the prince asked with a surprised look. It seemed he wasn't expecting to be rescued.
"Of course, your highness," she said.
"Why would you do something so dangerous?" the prince was getting his calmness back and was now starting to get angry.
Ning wondered if the prince likes the girl given how angry he was for her putting herself in danger.
"What if the terrorists had decided to kill me when you attacked? Did you think about it?" the prince asked.
'Oh,' Ning thought. The prince wasn't worried about the girl. He was worried about himself.
"Don't worry, your highness. I know what I am doing," she said. "Are these the terrorists?" she asked while pointing at the terrorists on the ground.
"Wha— Ah, yes. These are the terrorists. There are the henchmen and that crying guy is their leader," the prince pointed towards the scar-faced leader.
"I see," she said. Immediately, without any hesitation, she pulled out the gun from her holster and pointed at the groaning leader, and without batting an eye, she pulled the trigger.
BANG
The prince jumped in fear when he saw the leader die. "What are you—" before he could even finish his sentence, the woman named Fiona turned around and pointed at the other terrorists.
The rest of the prince's words were lost in the sounds of the bullet firing. One after another, the gun that should have held 6 bullets, was shot out 9 different times.
"What the hell are you doing?" the prince shouted at her.
"What do you mean, your highness?" she asked. "These are terrorists. This is what they deserve after what they did today."
"Do you know how dangerous that is? What if there was a sniper aimed at me right now? I would be dead," the prince shouted.
"Don't worry, your highness. We checked the periphery before we arrived here," she said.
The prince looked shocked. "Did you really plan to kill them all along? Did you not want to negotiate with them first? You didn't even care about my life," the prince said.
"Your highness! Your life is our number 1 priority. There is no way we couldn't care about it," she said.
"Then why the hell did you decide to attack them before negotiating with them?" the prince shouted at the woman who was taking the cries of the prince without batting an eye.
