They had both felt the same thing at the same time—the instinct that had kept them alive for centuries, the voice in the back of the skull that said move now or die.
So they had moved.
What resulted next was the complete collapse of every building that stood around the open space, the structures coming apart under the simple swing of Benjamin's arms.
Tiled roofs and straw roofs tore free and went flying outward, spinning through the air like leaves in a storm.
The wood and stone that had formed the walls themselves blew apart and scattered like dry powder caught in a sudden strong wind.
The air filled with dust and debris and the sound of everything breaking at once.
"It's unfair if you guys escape," Benjamin said as he puckered his lips and turned to face the rest of his foes again.
He looked truly disappointed, like a child whose game had been interrupted. "I had to tap into some forbidden powers for that one, too."
