"My gaze was trained already into his,
while he, brow raised, was thrusting out his chest,
As though he held all Hell in high disdain."
-Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
Eve and one of the other Warlocks shot up on their feet. I swallowed hard, dragging my guard away with me. Her pulse was speeding. Zach was quickly disabled by one of the Warlocks, Emma was arguing with another. Eve and two others were suddenly holding long, thin wooden sticks in their hands. I started moving towards the exit, gripping my knife tighter.
Zach was pinned down to the ground by one of the guards. He didn't even have a chance to reach for his gun. I didn't want him to shoot anyone. We just needed to get the hell out of here.
"Tell your guards to get away from my friends now!" I roared, losing my obedient girl attitude. That bitch couldn't get away, she had no advantage in this world, in this dimension.