One of the women with exceptional grace and wearing spectacles on her eyes, spoke. She was none other than Annette. Beside her, the always gloomy and finicky Emma stood. Her fingers were at this moment extended as they pulled and tugged into the air.
If one had special discerning eyes, one would be able to notice that Emma was not simply pulling and tugging the empty air but instead numerous thin threads the likes of which are impossible to see with naked eyes, extended from her fingertips and interwinded around the room.
The threads, covertly sealed off the body of the assassin thus locking him in his place. That was not all, these threads were no ordinary threads, they channelled some kind of energy that prevented the target that got caught in it from using their skills.
The assassin although had decent skills, did not have the discerning eyes to recognise the threads binding him.
