Better not linger in her starting place too much longer. Yellow's faster than her and may have already come home to a wreck. Thorn might have a habit of checking up on the place, even, just in case. She's invisible, inaudible, unsmellable - that won't help if he sends someone thorough. Or comes in person.
She sets out.
She's been flying for about thirty minutes after her shopping trip when she falls through a tear and squeaks inaudibly and lands in the middle of -
"Really? You're that opposed to acceptable losses? In that case you'll love the test I've got in mind for if you don't earn an exemption."
But I assume you'd rather avoid it? All you have to do is tell this adorable child to step off the roof, after canceling whatever or whoever you've set up to catch him of course."
"What, am I supposed to guess why it's not real? Maybe someone else named him before his mother and father got to it. Maybe they disagreed on it and the losing party's preference is the one that stuck for fairy purposes. Maybe he's adopted. Maybe it's a nickname. I don't know. I can tell him to jump off the roof anyway if that'll satisfy."
"Hit her," Jack tells his other hostage.
The Siberian does not bother about Promise's comfort while holding her still.
Okay, she's not going to be able to argue her way out of this.
Names, names. Siberian more usefully than Jack, but she checks both. Ni. Paige, pay, age -
"See? That wasn't so hard. Now you have, oh, ten seconds before I start motivating the both of you."
"You're not going to tell me what happens if I don't send him off the roof? Just in case I underestimated you?"
"...three, two one..." And both hostages are bleeding from their respective shoulders. The boy screams.
(and, ers, an, de, der, ders, er, ers)
Jack laughs, apparently his newly armed hostage ineffectually stabbed him first. "Do you really want to prolong this part?"
(li, am)
"If he jumps you'll stop?"
That last word is very important. It'll tell her what she needs to do with the Siberian next.
"I'll let you go, and call off the real test. Even tell you what it was going to be, if you still want to know. As for everything else, well, the game's still afoot."
She moves her hand through the air in the Siberian's line of sight, trailing fairy lights. Listen.
"StopletusgokillJack," she exhales.
One human reaction time after "killJack," the Siberian rips off Jack's left arm and sticks his own fist through his head. Or she plans to. One human reaction time after Listen, Jack twists away from her and ducks. He starts heading for the edge of the roof, casually dodging all the Siberian's blows and holding Liam between them. His knife is glancing off Promise's force field multiple times a second, in hopes that it'll get through and blind her.
The knife is simpler than Jack is. Can she just - unsharpen it - simple sorcerous reshaping -
"Well played! Offer's still open."
He's probably got dozens of knives. And she's looked at him almost enough and he's a little occupied to keep shapeshifting and changing gait, now...
"I'm very good at staying alive. But I do have to leave soon, so are you going to give the order or do I kill Liam and go?"
"You won't be able to tell if I meant it or not unless you put him down," she points out.
"I'll be able to tell if he's trying to move, and will even let him do it. More importantly, that's not an answer. You have four seconds."
Well that was anticlimactic. Jacob stops. Once her hand is halfway through his head, the Siberian reverts to being stopped too.