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Like a truly crazy old hag, Darcy threw a strike in my direction—a jet of water, transformed into thin shards of ice—and the direction of at least three tziganes who stood between us.
With barely a moment to spare, I pulled them back and raised a thin fire wall, just enough to take her hit.
“Are you okay?” I asked them. Faces pale and eyes wide, they nodded. Yeah, I was sure seeing the woman who was supposed to be a bigger voice than even the rom baro trying to kill them was a shock. “Just … stay out of the way.”
Another strike hit the wall, breaking it and sending sparks of fire through the air.
I stared at the old hag. s**t, she was powerful.
And just like that, a civil war started. Darcy, Oscar, the elder council, the visitor from other enclaves, and two thirds of the warriors
