Julian turned his head toward the three women. Norah Walpurgy seemed barely out of breath, her piercings shining with a provocative gleam under the purple sky, while Rosalinda, still under the influence of her Lady Spina personality, observed the remains of the Lichts with obvious contempt. Lynn Of Lake, for her part, was already maintaining a water barrier to filter the toxic emanations.
"Take care of cleaning up the stragglers," Julian ordered in a tone that brooked no argument, despite his affection for Norah. "We must secure the main entrance before Spectrum's reinforcements regroup."
"You give me orders?"
"Calm down Rosalinda" Lynn nodded her head. "Don't dawdle, gentlemen. If you die behind that fog, I won't go fishing out your corpse Jasper."
