Unlike Glara, who didn't even know who Gladius was before he took her to Morton Observatory against her will, Franz and Rosalind were well acquainted with those at the top of the Citadel.
After all, Franz was a high noble, and Rosalind was his loyal assistant who knew many secrets beyond the reach of common people or even regular nobles, not of the Twelve Branches.
Crackle.
Immediately, without even taking a second to think about it, Rosalind rushed forward and raised her foot, bringing down a powerful kick right on Gladius's head.
Slowly and unhurriedly, Gladius lifted his arm, blocking Rosalind's kick with his palm, stopping her attack just a few centimeters from his face.
Whoooooooooooooosh.
Powerful torrents of wind like from an explosion or a wave hit passed farther along her kick's trajectory, destroying the tops of several nearby trees.