She didn't look up.
"You came when she called," he said. "Didn't you."
She looked up.
Her eyes found James across the square, and she smiled, and the smile was gentle the way the Saintess's smile had been gentle, which was not gentle at all.
Then she moved.
Ronan stepped into her path first because stepping into things' paths was what was left of him.
She hit him once, open-handed.
WHAM.
He crossed the square in the air and did not get up where he landed.
Finn swung the axe at her neck with both hands and everything behind it. She caught the haft below the head, one-handed, dead stop — the impact that had split a boss's armor stopping against her palm like a thrown stick — and threw him aside with a turn of her wrist.
Cillian forced one more spark out of his ruined arm. The bolt crossed the space where she had been standing. She was no longer standing in it.
Maeve's hands came up. Pale-gold light gathered—
Alice looked at her.
