Lucas glanced from Ripley to Acenith and a flicker of some emotion appeared in his expression but I couldn't decide what it was. It had disappeared before he spoke. “William offered first. Let him go.”
“Good,” Ben agreed. “William has a lot of experience with hand-to-hand combat; it'll be interesting to see how he fares against your spirits.”
Striker and William ran down into the garden and I decided to experiment, using one of the vampire spirits and a werewolf spirit. It took a little extra focus to deal with them both simultaneously and I frowned, working to bring them into the grassed area of the garden. Once again, I instructed them, the werewolf attacking Striker, the vampire taking on William. Striker was knocked halfway down the garden and William stayed exactly where he'd been s
