The expression on Orion’s face was not the composed one, not the man who had been running twelve-move calculations since months before any of this started.
What was there now was something more direct, more stripped down, nothing he had shown in the entire session.
As though the hit to his face had burned away the layer of political cordiality he had been wearing all day like a costume that had finally served its purpose and could be discarded.
The next beam went toward where Ren should have landed.
But there was nothing there.
Liora had come from above, she had tried to get to Ren before, to help hit Orion, but he had moved too fast and too far for a single jump to reach.
Yet she had luckily got positioned close to Ren after he got hit.
She made a fast, cheap and short jump and this time when getting to him she didn’t try to block with a shield to help him.
She instead used another spirit jump but dragged him with her, which only worked because Ren had absorbed her spiritual energy and just because of that it worked and the two of them vanished at the last possible moment, the beam passing through empty air.
Larissa arrived from the side immediately after, adding a second jump to the short one Liora had managed. It wasn’t the first time she had jumped while carrying Ren so her light step knew the weight and the synergy with Ren light energy and it took them further, putting real distance and time between them and Orion’s follow-up shots.
Luna arrived a beat later, she had her crystal thrown by Ren himself to catch first, but didn’t take more than a second before appearing from the other side with her shadow extending and swallowing all three of them to carry them further still, to the far most corner of the hall where the accumulation of everyone’s jumps had finally placed them beyond the immediate range of what Orion could reach without moving.
But Orion did not leave them alone even though they were in the far corner of the room.
He moved closer.
Jumping while carrying people was extremely expensive, and all three of them had already spent most of what they had.
Three shields went up to receive the next beam because Ren couldn’t get up anymore, none of them perfect, none of them alone sufficient, but together enough to distribute the force across all three instead of delivering it whole to any one person.
Larissa was the first to move out from behind those shields.
"Now," she called to the allies positioned throughout the hall who had been waiting for an opening that kept not arriving. "Now or never. He doesn’t have the barrier!"
The hall responded.
Not in order. Not with the coordination of an army executing a prepared plan, and they were under too much enemy pressure for that, but still moved with the urgent simultaneous movement of people who understood at the same moment that the window they had been waiting for existed right now and would not exist again.
Orion had a response prepared for exactly this.
He gave the signal.
The soldiers outside entered through the hall’s doors, not all at once, because the streets near the castle were narrow and complex and the hall’s own dimensions limited how quickly numbers could meaningfully multiply inside, but enough of them to begin shifting the balance of what was happening there.
The allies already within the hall responded to the same signal simultaneously and the ceremony hall, which had been a space of protocol with chairs in specific positions and an agenda on a lectern, became something that had nothing to do with any of those things.
Larissa could direct the allied fighters in Julius and Arturo’s absence. She had the judgment for it and everyone in the room with any experience knew it. But she couldn’t win alone, and she knew that too.
Liora put a hand on Luna’s shoulder.
"Stay with him."
She didn’t wait for an answer. A jump took her to where Larissa was already working, blinding Orion’s sight lines with concentrated light while reading the field with the eyes she had when she had stopped being a ’cute student’ and become the version of herself that made decisions in the time it took others to identify that a decision was needed.
"I’ll need to use what’s left of my fusion," Larissa said when she felt Liora arrive.
Liora nodded. "I can’t fuse but I can load your attacks with spirit fire while my mana holds." Not a question, just an inventory of what remained. "I can’t do more than that. My bond with the Bashe is still broken."
"It’s enough."
Larissa’s fusion was different from most aesthetically, distinctive in the way that everything she did was distinctive, with the brightness and purity of something that bordered on the genuinely divine.

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