She gave an unkind smile. She wasn't done with them yet.
Just as they were about to reach the vault's entrance, the miniature pebbles of stones before them rose.
Enough to make you stop and reconsider life choices, their head slowly whipped back to see the witch— legs folded in the air, hair defying gravity.
And those blood orbs locked onto hers but don't be mistaken, Extraordinary's limbs were still flailing about in the air.
But behind her hung stone sharpened to darts, all aimed at them. She tilted her head, they fired.
Quinn shot forward. Hands stretched out as she met the witch's force with hers.
But she wasn't strong enough to hold it.
With just the wave of the witch's hand the projectiles dug deeper, inching closer into Quinn's shield.
She gritted her teeth and hissed. "Aegon, a little help here?"
He finally snapped out of thought and stepped forward, he patted Quinn on the back and pushed with her.
It still wasn't enough. They were going to lose.
