Right?

Oh, fuck!

I jumped out of the way as a blade hissed past. The air mage was right on top of me. I’d lost my knife somewhere back in the last fight; I fumbled for another weapon but he was already aiming another spell and I dived for cover behind the struts at the centre of the platform. There was another boom, deafeningly loud and very close; the shock wave made me stagger as something seemed to punch my back.

Shouts and curses echoed from all around. We’d been right at the only exit and suddenly people were scattering, some running away, others standing and staring and trying to figure out what was going on. It would have been the perfect cover, except that the air mage was already there, stalking around to block my way out, another air blade low and by his side. He could see me and I backed up, keeping the platform struts between us. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I shouted at him. “Just go away!”

He didn’t answer, and I felt a trace of fear. Usually I deal with battle-mages by outmanoeuvring them, using my divination to avoid their attacks and putting distance between us. But air mages are the skirmishers of the elementalists, fast and light and agile. They aren’t as strong in a stand-up fight as a fire or earth mage, but they have more than enough power to crush someone like me.

The air mage tried to circle around and I dodged again, keeping cover between us. If I couldn’t outrun this guy, I’d have to outthink him. Was he after that focus? I glanced through futures in which I tested it. With the chaos going on around it was hard to be sure, but I thought it was getting his attention. Maybe he’d seen the auras of the items I was carrying—

“Oi!” a new voice shouted. “You!”

The air mage stopped and turned. It was the woman from the train. She was standing behind the air mage in the mouth of the exit tunnel, but instead of running she’d stopped and was pointing at the air mage and glaring. She still had her mobile phone to her ear. “You back off!”

We both stared at her. I think we’d both forgotten that the bystanders were even around. “You’re the one who stabbed him, aren’t you?” the woman said. “Well, I’ve called the police, so you better back off!”

I looked at the woman in disbelief. “Are you crazy?” I shouted. “Get out of here!”

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” the woman said. She actually sounded offended. “Not like I’m helping you or anything. Now you”—she turned back to the air mage—“you going to beat it, or do I have to get serious?”

The air mage studied her for a second. Other people had turned to watch too, and for an instant everything was still. Then the mage flicked one hand and air struck out in a hammer blow. It smashed into the woman with the distinctive crack of breaking bones and threw her twenty feet down the tunnel, sending her rolling over and over to lie still.