He gave a slight nod to Leon, who was already gathering his power for a quick, silent strike. The sound of Leon's thunder was like a whisper of wind before a storm. With a single, well-placed bolt of electricity, Leon struck one of the guards, knocking him out cold, his body twitching as the charge coursed through him. The other guard barely had time to react, but Azazel was already upon him. With a flick of her wrist, a blast of fire shot forth, scorching the guard's armor and sending him crumpling to the floor in a heap.
"Move," El-Kharis commanded, his voice like ice. The door to the Crown Prince's room was now unguarded, and they had mere moments to act.
