Leonel waved a hand, his gaze sharpening. He could already feel the movement of the Scholars. The only reason they had hesitated was because of Velasco. It could be said that Velasco was only ignoring them now because they weren't worth much in the grand scheme, something that was difficult for these Ancestors to accept. But that moment of hesitation had actually caused their genius to fall.
Despite this, their reactions were odd. Rather than being torn or inconsolable, they were actually… worried? This was an emotion that made sense, but the trouble was that it was a bit misplaced, and it didn't seem severe enough given the situation.
Anya fell from Leonel's arm.
Seemingly feeling that something was odd, Leonel also waved a hand, severing Anya's head from her neck and then sending two fingers forward, a sharp Bow Force taking shape and attacking the location of her Ethereal Glabella directly.