Percy was inclined to jump out of the attic immediately and run back to Dema, but instead he started casting again while he still had fire spirits around him.
His voice whispered under the roaring winds of his [Tailwind] spell.
"Crucible of destiny, painful and with dread—"
Something touched his back and Percy spun into a punch that sent Flynn Ramlos stumbling.
His breath stopped as he realized that he had just punched one of the Ramlos children, but he spun back towards the shape he saw in the dust.
It was gone.
No fucking way anyone is convincing me there wasn't something there.
He turned back to Flynn with a remorseful gaze.
The brat was one of two girls in the Ramlos battalion. He only remembered her name because she was one of the girls and she had a boyish name. Another reason she stood out was her shy demeanor.
He walked over and helped her stand, cringing harder at the red mark over her pale skin that his fist left.
