The birds circle faster and faster, becoming a blur, and hold fast as his flames go out for good.
Peter clutches at his chest, strained gasps escaping.
Sarah fights the urge to stand. She grasps her dress collar, scraping her nails across the soft fabric over and over again. No. Get out of it. Get out of the swarm!
Digging his fingers into the grass and dirt, Peter concentrates while watching the birds. Using the last of his energy, he lets out a ring of fire from his body, in one final attempt to render Callum unconscious.
The ring bursts out, dispersing the birds, and reaches past the two of them, putting them both to the ground.
Sarah jumps, remembering her place, and doesn’t rise, but she does let out a yelp amongst the roaring crowd.
Peter stumbles up gasping and choking. He hol
