And that cannonball tore through some of the enemy, and into the belly of one of the Beasts, who took it then zoomed across the stone.

Yet another boom that hit the side of the cliff and made the earth shake.

“Good aim,” Moira whispered.

“The gods are with us,” Teddy said by rote.

“I disagree,” she retorted furiously.

With what was happening, he could not argue that.

“What…?” Moira asked, her question having more words, but she could not utter them.

But Teddy knew what it was.

For the dark sky shafted with coral light had now filled with waves of green light, and every swing True took, the earth exploded under his enemy, at the least taking the enemy combatant off balance, but for some, these detonations blasted away legs.

And then the sky took on surges of red.

And the blade of Mars’s sword struck fire with each blow, thus every enemy it touched caught alight and toppled away, racing about meanderingly to burn to death unconsciously.

And then shafts of blue could be seen through the dark, and every swathe of Aramus’s sickle sent a great sluice, a miniature tidal, the powerful gusts of water driving his enemy back to topple into the hole.

Last, beams of white slithered through the sky, and Cassius’s sword struck… actual… lightning.

“Their eyes, Teddy, look at their eyes,” Moira breathed.

Teddy did.

Cassius Laird’s.

Pure black.

True Axelsson’s.

Pure green.

Mars Laches’s.

Pure fire.

Aramus Nereus’s.

Sea blue.

“Maybe the gods are with us,” Moira whispered.

Teddy searched for and found Faunus and then Saturn.

They both were up, uninjured, and they remained fighting.

Only seeing that did he silently agree.

The Beast thrown back by the cannonball careened again into the fray, bursting forth by digging his claws into the rock to propel him just as, of a sudden, whizzing zooms could be heard all around.

Dozens of tridents came from nowhere, embedding themselves into the rock, from which instantly spun men who yanked the tridents out.

In order to use them.

And streams of flame came from the hands of petite, black-haired woman with a purposeful look on her face wearing nothing but a wet nightgown and striding barefoot and fearless over jagged rock.

Silence Laches, Queen of the Firenze.

Shafts of electric blue shot from the ends of the tridents, striking the enemy. And any enemy it touched immediately fell.

Other tridents soared through the air, and through bodies, and when their mission was accomplished, they returned to their owners only to fly again.

Teddy gasped as it looked like the Firenz queen became a target of one of the Beasts.

But then Teddy gasped again when, right before it made a slash with its claws, the queen disappeared into thin air.