Energy shot out, singing my arms and numbing my teeth. The brightness blinded me for a moment. I lay clutching the floor, blinking against the dots. Horrified, I saw the portal zoom straight over me and down the stairs. "Son of a—" I took off after it, with Scarlet right behind. She hit me with a blast of power as we dashed headlong for the runaway gateway to God-knew-what. I felt it like an electric punch to the back. Coins popped underfoot. I grabbed for the railing as she tried to throw me down the stairs. "Duck!" I screamed at Phil, who hit the deck as it zoomed past him. "Red Skulls! Defensive positions." Grandma hollered from behind him, her voice clear above the fray. Witches dove under tables and behind the bar as the portal swooped low, zapping two outlaws, the stereo system and a cowboy strumming a guitar. Phil was still on the floor. I dropped to my knees next to him. "What do we do?" He swung a fist straight through me and into Scarlet. She went down in a heap. He sat up, breathing hard, grey hair wild.
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