The disc sails toward my neck, the cuts on my thighs burn, a jolt of energy shoots through my body, and I kick up in time to shatter a hard, clay plate with razor-sharp edges.
Cestua backs away from the body that he’s forced against the wall, and, as he steps back, I watch as Hadrian falls to the ground. As my friend struggles to get back up, Cestua shouts, “Give me that!” He grabs the camera from his friend, who turns to run faster than I can catch him.
Cestua summons a torrent of bright green tau which crystallizes into an emerald halo around his head. His eyes burn a brilliant green, and he crouches to focus on taking the shot. Aura radiates out from his body, and he chants—
—PYTHAGORA: DEATH FLASH—
PYTHAGORA: DEATH FLASH—“Tavon!” Neassa screams and rushes to stop Cestua as he fires
