"Grrr!" Lyra growled at the lion man, her ears standing erect as though they were horns.
Xavier glanced at the man, then turned to Lyra.
"You know him?"
"His name is Piolet. He's a killer," Lyra said, her voice heavy with venom. "When I was in the slave camp, he was there too. Same gang. Bull hunted everyone down—but not this one. He's different. He's got powers."
Xavier narrowed his eyes. Among all the mercs that had stepped out from the dropship, Piolet stood out. Not just because he was calm, but because he was unarmed. No rifle slung over his back. No shoulder armor or exosuit gear like the rest. He was dressed in a dark grey tech-coat with glowing veins running down the sleeves, eyes glowing faint blue, like cold fire.
"What kind of powers?" Xavier asked.
"No weapon works on him," Lyra replied. Her claws had extended fully, knuckles trembling. "I don't know the details. Bull never spoke of it. But after fighting Piolet once… Bull never tried again."
