As Ralphie observed the chaotic scene unfolding before him, a chilling realization dawned upon him: Islinda was not human. With each precise and brutal blow she landed on the fae officer, it became evident that her strength far exceeded that of a mere mortal. To the untrained eye, it may have appeared as though she had merely caught the officer off guard, but Ralphie, seasoned in the art of assassination, recognized the calculated precision and immense power behind each strike.
As the chaos ensued, the assassin seamlessly blended into the bustling crowd, his keen eyes absorbing every detail of the fight with a sense of foreboding. Only a fool would underestimate the true nature of Islinda's strength, no, Ralphie understood the gravity of the situation unfolding before him.
