Five cultivators surrounded Tunde, five with as distinct Ethra affinities as he had seen, and their leader, the man in a reed hat with his mud affinity who led the charge. Drabbed in the emergency robes he had been given aboard the vessel, Tunde flicked his eyes across the area, aware of the slowly growing numbers of residents who were out to watch the fight. Producing sharp serrated-looking weapons from knives to rusty-looking blades, Tunde took a deep breath, cycling his Ethra calmly through his body as the relic shivered.