"Enough," He said, his words quiet but somehow magnified so that every single creature could hear them.
Beneath his voice was a strange and ethereal ringing sound, echoing as he spoke. All traces of the soft, kind, little angel were gone. What now stood atop the hill was not the Atticus the world had come to know, but rather an active nuclear bomb, vibrating with an unimaginable amount of power.
Xander, however, didn't mind the shift. Because now that Atticus was distracting everyone with his terrible glory, he was able to sling the unconscious Bentley over his shoulder and get a head start on running away.
"I have chosen to spare your lives for the reason that I once considered Heaven to be my family," Atticus continued, "Begone, and fight with us no more,"