Ume skidded to a stop. Jorick pushed her aside and took her place, his face inches from Wolfe's. "There's no need for that."

The Scharfrichter barked at his subordinates, "Take the prisoners to processing. I'll handle this."

Jorick snorted. "You think you can deal with all of us at once?"

"Yes." As if to prove it, a wave of power rolled off the Scharfrichter and crashed around the hallway.

Jorick growled low and answered Wolfe with the same oppressive ...