“The cold field?”
“Turn it on. He’ll reach for us again, he’ll have to. When he does, it’ll slow him down.”
“And then what?”
“I’ll turn on the suit to go invisible and jump over to grab him. You turn the field off before it affects me.”
It wasn’t perfect, and their timing had to be exact, but Mal wasn’t coming up with any better ideas. Flipping on the switch for the cold field, he expanded it to fill the room. “It’s up. Keep my pace,” he said, turning them one step at a time, shoulders touching again, like some morbid, backwards dance, “and warn me before you do anything stupid.”
“Okay. Let’s give him some bait. Ludgate!” Danny reached a hand back to place on Mal’s hip, startling him. He tugged Mal backward, pivoting but also bringing them closer to one of the panes of glass. “I thought you said something about a name when we first met! You have manynames, as it turns out, right…Cassius? So who are you, huh? I hope your villain title is better than…Reflector or…Fun House!”