Kurt's body lay motionless on the cold concrete, blood pooling beneath his pale face that streamed from his eyes, nose and ears just before death.
Around him, bubbles drifted lazily through the air, popping softly, releasing an invisible death that hung heavy in the atmosphere with each burst.
Lizzie's green aura flared brighter, her healing ability fiercely working to purge the poison coursing through her veins. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her breath came in short, controlled bursts.
She shifted, positioning herself firmly between Rayner and Sam, her newly acquired gun raised with trembling determination.
"Look, I don't know what's happening," Lizzie said, her voice breezy but edged with panic, "but you're not getting anywhere near her. She's Raven's Crow."
Without hesitation, she fired.
