I was already turning and moving back inside by the time Mom began her little speech to wrap up the trial. I had no desire to listen, moving on from it though Celeste's foul stench remained on me. A quick push of magic cleared my nose, clothes and hair of the stink, even as I strode with ever-increasing speed toward the back of the now-emptying chamber and the hall beyond.
A startled Enforcer was the lucky recipient of the bag of marshmallows, slapped against his chest on the way by.
I seemed to have lost my appetite.
Was so focused on my final target I almost ran right into Payten when she dodged out of the shadows of an archway and stepped in front of me.
My first instinct was to hit her so hard with magic they wouldn't find her body.
Ever.
Second instinct was to flatten her into a Paytensquish and smear her all over the floor with my shoes.
Yum.
Third impulse won, partially because I was a sucker for a sobbing girl, Enforcer or not.
Hated enemy or not.