The room erupted into chaos.
More of Draven's soldiers poured through the portals, weapons drawn.
The mothers organized an evacuation faster than Ryker could have ordered one. Children were scooped, carried, and redistributed among women with zero regard for whose kid belonged to whom.
"Move. Someone carry that little girl." Blair stood at the passage entrance directing traffic, still holding the candle box with the grip of a woman who had lost her goddamn mind two hours ago and was not getting it back tonight.
Kael kicked Draven's body off of Guinevere.
Immediately, a blade came down from her right. One of Draven's reinforcements, already committed to the swing before his commander's skull had finished accepting the steel.
Guinevere felt it. Rolled. From the ground, she kicked the attacker across the shins, clotheslining him, and he went down beside her with a confused expression on his face.
Kael finished him from above with one stroke.
