River was a goddamn force.
Lucian Moon had always thought she was more than what she showed. More than she realized she was. The portal was one thing. The wedding was another. But this? This was something he had never seen done. This proved it.
He finished the soldier. Moved toward her. Three more augmented warriors stood between his position and hers, and the three became zero in under eight seconds, his jaws and claws converting living obstacles into dead ones with a tempo that had stopped bothering with intervals.
Then he saw General Willow's magic push forward.
Dark veins formed under River's eyes, seeping through the collision point of her pink and his black. Her legs were shaking. Her arms were trembling. She was draining faster than her body could sustain, the severing's cost still collecting interest, and the interest rate was her consciousness.
Atlas yelled over the noise. "Let go, daughter! I have this. Run to cover. Now."
