The woman with the hood fell, and she might have been grabbed by the same hand. The hands disappeared, and Beast of Burden was momentarily reduced to only darkness and electricity as he took the brunt of the blast from lightning-eyes, even with the two motorcycles as an intervening barrier.

He brought a motorcycle down as a club, and he swatted the Fallen guy with the vision power. Then he brought the other bike down, hitting the girl who’d been thrown aside twice with overhead smashes.

The lesser Fallen who remained didn’t have much fight in them.

Beast of Burden’s horned head swiveled to look at us. I flew back and away, so I’d have a good view of things.

“Beast of Burden,” I called out. “Bob.”

He hurled a motorcycle at me. He was a distance away, but he was strong. Twenty feet above the road, I flew to one side to evade.

Grudges. Even if we had the same enemy, he wasn’t willing to even talk.

He threw another bike. This one was more on-target. I flew to evade, and saw motion in the corner of my eye. Nailbiter.

Sveta grabbed my arm, tugged, but with my flight not moving me in that same direction, there was a moment’s lag. Nailbiter’s fingers stabbed at me, and I was forced to throw up the Wretch, forcing Sveta’s hand away.

Fingers and motorcycle glanced off of the wretch within a half-second of one another.

“Asshole,” I said.

“She was mine. I was dealing with her,” Damsel said.

“Shut up,” Beast of Burden said. “Now.”

I flew back and further away. Byron and Sveta were retreating, cutting through taller grass along the side of a fence. Nailbiter, though, had a bit of the height advantage. Even though she didn’t fly, her body was long. She pointed at them.

That was Disjoint and Sidepiece’s indication to go on the offensive. Beast of Burden trudged back to the road. Sidepiece dug out a fragment of bone and hurled it like a dart.

“Dodge!” I called out.

Sveta did. She pulled herself away, grabbing Byron, and then tugged him away. It didn’t get him free and clear, and he was at the very periphery. It looked as though his armor protected him.

He blurred and became Tristan. More confident in a skirmish, maybe.

Beast’s clique began advancing through the field, closing the distance. Damsel joined them.

They had only barely finished managing dealing with these Fallen, with our help, and now they were turning on us. They fully intended to tear through any and all opposition, to be the last ones standing.

I wanted to help, but throwing myself into the midst of that group was difficult. Too many powers, too easy to get hit from multiple angles.