Vane looked at the five of them, and at his own dead, and did the last piece of arithmetic he was ever going to do.
[COMMAND STACKS: 3 → 0]
[MARSHAL'S AUTHORITY — FINAL ORDER]
[WITH ME]
[ALL REMAINING AUTHORITY TRANSFERRED TO THE MARSHAL]
[VANE — PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES GREATLY INCREASED]
[DURATION: 60 SECONDS]
The first thing he did with it was cross twelve meters faster than Finn could turn.
The second was hit Ronan hard enough to lift him off the ground, and Ronan had no shield to put in the way of it and went down on his back in the ashes of somebody's tent.
James saw two things in the same second.
The first was that they were not going to beat this. The second was the number sitting under the panel, counting.
"Sixty seconds!" he shouted. "He has sixty seconds and then it's gone — nobody trades with him, nobody stands still, we just do not die!"
It became the ugliest minute any of them had fought.
