The way the Travelers and Coil had positioned themselves, we’d formed a haphazard ring.
Just the Undersiders, Travelers and Coil, or everyone?
“No cooperation here, no sirree.”
From the top of the roof, going clockwise, the arranged groups were Hookwolf’s Chosen, Faultline’s crew, us, the Pure, Coil, the Travelers and the Merchants.
Ah, okay, everyone it is. That makes more sense anyway.
“It seems everyone is here,” Coil spoke, taking in the collected villains. Forty-ish of us in all.
Damn, these numbers go up pretty quickly.
“Not quite everyone,” Hookwolf replied. “Victor, Othala.”
Hm? Are you asking them to fetch someone?
Othala touched Victor, and Victor raised one hand. A fireball appeared in it, then disappeared as he clenched his hand. He repeated the process two more times.
Or, uh, summon a demon or something.
“Who are you signalling?” Purity’s asked. Her hand flared with light, ready to fire.
Ahh, I see.
Better not be signalling Shatterbird, Hookwolf.
“It would be a grave and stupid mistake if you invited the Nine,” Coil told Hookwolf.
It would, wouldn’t it? This battlefield has their enemies gathered in a tight spot, but it’s otherwise not particularly suited to the Nine’s strengths. Then again, Burnscar alone could do some serious damage, and these are a whole bunch of high-priority targets.
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