I looked at Tag. “Make them stop.”
He nodded. He spoke again. “Stop. That’s enough.” His voice boomed, seemingly from all directions. The mob, however, did not stop. “STOP!” shouted Tag, and yes, it was odd to hear him shouting. Tag, you see, was fairly even keeled. Still, the masses continued to, uh, mass. Tag looked at us and said, “Cover your eyes, now.” We nodded. We covered our eyes. “STOP!” he shouted, yet again, just as a blinding flash of light flared over the crowd’s heads. I know it was blinding because, once we removed our hands from our faces, everyone was one the ground rubbing their clearly blinded eyes.
“Neat,” said Craig as we rushed to the downed commander, who was now very much bloody and bruised and moaning up a storm.
Tag shrugged. “Easy stunt. Same one I used in the
