Students screamed as the crickets flew everywhere, landing in hair, on skin, clothing, seats, and pretty much every available surface. Some students swatted the crickets off them, while others used their powers to destroy or remove the crickets. One student, a third-year girl I didn’t recognize, even burst into flame outright, screaming her head off as she ran up and down the Auditorium’s aisles.
Hundreds of crickets flew toward me, forcing me to summon a barrier to protect myself. The crickets smashed into the barrier like a missile, the impact not quite cracking the barrier, but still surprising me.
“What the heck?” I said, staring at the thousands of crickets that threw themselves uselessly against my barrier. “Where did all of these crickets come from?”
“Nigel!” Night Soldier’s voi
