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Stella formed claws with her hands, flying on a cushion of air. A strong gust propelled her forward, allowing her to glide at falcon speed. One of the trolls gawped as she swept overhead.
‘Here goes.’ She homed in on the carriage.
Making a fist, she punched a pulse of white energy that hit the road ahead of it, causing black ice to glaze the surface. Shocked, the driver yanked the reins to avoid it but manoeuvred too late. The horses skidded and the carriage’s spoked wheels slid sideways.
Spreading her coat, Stella used her hands like rudders to guide her. She slammed onto the roof with a tongue-biting impact and, had she not grabbed a batten, might have rolled off. Her fingers locked to keep her from slipping. The driver, too pre-occupied with the ice, didn’t notice his new stowawa
