He waited.
A light of gold drew itself out of the halo, landed on Calypso's collarbone, and stayed there, steady, a thread from the top of his head to the red skin of the enemy.
Calypso looked down at the glow on her chest. "The little sis marked me."
A laser sight.
His little sister had given him a laser sight.
One wrist. He found Calypso at the end of the thread, closed on her, and held.
This time it did not stutter. The power went dead in her and stayed dead, one breath, two, three, while his whole arm shook and the sweat ran into his eyes.
