“I think we’re winning.” Rory rapidly reloaded his guns, clicking the magazine home and resuming firing in one move.
“Don’t be so quick to assume. Here comes Jane.”
Rory glanced up and saw her coming, surrounded by torch-bearers.
“She’s a fool if she thinks she can take us all on without more back-up,” Rory said, turning to face her.
“I can’t get near her. She’s made sure to surround herself with fire.”
“She won’t win.”
At that very moment, she seemed to shimmer before him, and Rory’s heart sank faster than a stone, and a sick feeling lurched in his gut. She was wearing his armour. Not only that, she’d figured out how to activate it, and was now coated in shining metal. Rory knew only too well how hard it was to penetrate, having used it for protection on countless forays.
“Shit.”
“I’m guessing that isn’t good,” Libs observed, twisting his knife out of someone’s ribs and shoving it into another adversary’s throat.
“Remember how you stole my clothes?”