The trials of Cake City continue, with a real witch entering the battlefield to take her share of spoils.
Some popcorn tasting flavour:
Lightning roars over us. The wind lashes my hat and cloak and dress against me. Sionnach's cape flicks between daylight blue on the inside and star-streaked night outside. Only Falcon in his armour is sturdy and still. Falcon, who now he's over the shock of Sionnach's sex, only has eyes for the figure under the fist, dressed in black slashed with white, the witch.
"Her name is Dissent," Sionnach says darkly, hoarsely, watching the witch, "she's not the worst we have, but she's nasty, very nasty."
"How do we stop her?" Falcon wants to know.
For a moment, Sionnach seems hopeless. His shoulders dipping. "We don't. We delay her. We don't have the power to stop her."
More from this bitch later!