as she pulled it out of his hand. Noel could see the shiny imprint that the staff had burned on his hand before Darris balled it into a fist and stood up. He turned his back to them and waked away towards the stacks of shipping crates. He stopped ten feet away, and turned back around to face them, spreading his arms wide. “I'm going to give you one chance, girl!” he shouted, Noel wanted