Chapter 48: […I]n what sort shall I appear? – IX, 816-817
There comes a moment in all conflicts when the solution to them becomes so clear, it shocks you that you didn’t see it before. This moment can come to everyone involved in the conflict, but the solutions they come up with could be vastly different.
This is one such a case.
“Lane, again!” Nihira cries out, ducking under a tentacle, only to jump over two, as she closes in on Iblis.
They flick another knife at Not-Logan’s head, but Iblis smacks it out of the air, grunting in pain as his skin comes into contact with the metal blade.
Curtis gets his hands on two of the tentacles, burning them to ash at the merest touch. Iblis attempts to sink some of his spikes into the Hound, but Curtis grabs ahold of them and turns them into a smoldering pile, too.
This gives Lane a gap to knock Not-Logan’s legs out from under her and send her sprawling. They attempt to pin her down, but she’s desperate now, screaming so loud Nihira and Lane both almost pass out.