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Instead of snatching the gun away from him, you leapt past him, onto the table, and silently commanded Mercy to give your voice a boost.
Cloth bandages snaked their way up your torso, covering your neck and face, and, using the same trick you’d seen Mercy perform earlier, let out a bellowing roar. You felt Mercy’s jaw distend from your place in the suit, but despite your head technically being in her mouth, the sound didn’t sound nearly as loud to you as it naturally should.
Everyone in the room slowed to a stop, and they went completely silent after-
An even louder <span class="mu-s">BANG</span> immediately followed your roar, and a second later, a chunk of the Zombie Prince’s shoulder went missing. Everyone turned to look at Walker, but he simply clicked his tongue and muttered a curse, before lowering his weapon. You gave him a grateful nod, and scanned the room.
Harpy had Ben pinned to the ground with one foot, his head poking out from between her talons. Ana was propped up against a wall, breathing heavily, and looking a bit dazed from whatever the Harpy hit her with.
Solomon Kane was face down on the ground, Delphyne standing over him and looking triumphant. The only one who hadn’t listened to your command was the Zombie Prince himself. He was still going after Grandma Young with everything he had. Delphyne saw this, and bent down to pick up Solomon’s axe and rapier.
<span class="mu-g">"What's his deal? Why won't he stop?”</span> Delphyne questioned, distress clear on her face.
<span class="mu-s">“I don’t know!”</span> you shouted, dragging everyone’s attention back to you. <span class="mu-s">“But I do know who’s behind all this. Ward’s been in contact with a vampire called Varnae, and he’s been spreading rumors about me to rile up the vampire community. I think he wants to use me to rally more vampires behind his cause.”</span>
This time, the Zombie Prince did stop. He turned his head–or what was left of it, to stare at you through his one remaining sunken eye. You took this as encouragement to go on.
<span class="mu-s">“Ward’s sister figured this out before any of us did, and she sent me in here to stop her brother, or anyone else from dying. Because of her, there are people out there right now fighting to protect us and our Deathbirds until we sort this mess out. So, let’s focus on getting out of here alive, before we start pointing fingers and assigning blame.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“She telling the truth.”</span> Ward said, walking up to stand beside you. <span class="mu-r">“I’ll help explain everything after we are out of immediate danger.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“You’d better…” Carnelian snarled, both eyes narrowing at Ward in suspicion.
The sound of Delphyne’s grip tightening around her stolen axe reached your sensitive ears.
“My Honor Guard should still be out there.” she said, already looking about ready to bolt for the door.
<span class="mu-b">“Last I checked, they were.”</span> Walker offered. <span class="mu-b">“I might not know much about amazons, but I figure your girls can handle themselves for a while.”</span></span>
