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 By the Jeep, Amanda had been desperately trying to keep her feet, watching as somehow everything went to hell. But the thing she was focussing on most was the boy in the centre and when he called for help, even if she couldn't hear him, she could see the desperation on his face. They had to get up there. "Topaz! Whatever it takes, get us to the kid! Now!" Amanda could see the desperation in the kid's face, and Topaz could feel it - along with the ground trying to shake apart. She looked around, trying to project a calm she definitely didn't feel. Bullets pinged off her shielding, unfamiliar magic danced around chaotically, and there was absolutely no way she was going to get them there in time. She took a step back, looking around, working through her options and counting. She needed enough magic to counter what the coven was doing, and even with one or two down, there were far more of them. Which meant she needed a lot more magic. Which meant... Whatever it takes. That was basically permission. Topaz looked back at Amanda, meeting her gaze - an agreement and an apology. Her eyes swept around the area, taking in her teammates last, trying to figure out who would benefit from a sudden lack of emotions and who needed their heads on straight, while also reaching out and latching on to the coven members, the boy, and the mercenaries. There was no time to be careful - she just pulled, draining everything she could reach. She was a little more careful with her teammates - she didn't need everything, she just needed enough to top off. The slates Marie-Ange had created began moving on their own, falling into place in front of Topaz and winding a path up the mountain, cutting through the magic and any solid objects in their way. They were impossibly, almost comically still given their shaking surroundings. |
