Skidmark used his power to saturate Newter and the ground around him. As his power took hold, Newter was launched through the rungs of the metal railing and down into the midst of the crowd at the base of the stage.
Boing!
Skidmark shouted something, but I couldn’t make it out over the noise of the other Merchants.
Maybe something like “And stay down there, knobgrongler!”
I tore my eyes from the scene and we hurried toward the heaps of unconscious, bloodied and wounded that lay where the arena had been. We were halfway there when the entire mall began to brighten.
Hm, what now? Labyrinth doing something, or Spitfire setting fire to the place?
The barred windows were expanding, and massive torches were lighting on the far sides. Shafts of orange light extended into the mall’s interior, patterned into diamonds by the meshes of bars Labyrinth had erected.
Awesome.
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