Waverly lunged before the sound of the whistle died in the air, and Carrie stumbled backward, her eyes going wide as she thrust the hand holding the Mythica Magical Girl Rod™ forward.
“BIND!” Carrie cried, the panic evident in her voice as Waverly closed with her.
There was a flash of light from the hand wrapped around the rod, though it did not emanate from the rod’s sparkly pink gem - but from the opal ring that she wore on her pinky. Carrie gave an audible sigh of relief as her vision cleared and she found Waverly frozen, her fist mere slivers of an inch from making contact. Carrie might have been able to duck the punch, but odds were she would have gotten clocked. Her chosen weapon had been a pair of brass knuckles that surely would have left ugly bruises on Carrie’s pale, delicate,
