"Goddamned witches--" someone spits, but nobody answers him. A few of them are still shooting, trying to break through those damned shields -- and she's not supposed to have autoshields that good, most of the newer witches can't manage it, and it's just their luck to get stuck with an officer who knows what she's doing -- with a rain of firepower. Most of them are running.

Trying to, anyway. It's hard to run when the earth splits and drops away under your feet.