The zombies were closing in. Jane had already watched two soldiers get dragged screaming into the horde. She would not let that happen to anyone else. She fingered the charm dangling at her wrist, but now was not the time for it… It was an absolute last resort.
“How can you Pinkertons not know any battle magic?” Captain Nichols asked irritably, firing his sidearm into the throng to little effect.
“Those spells are difficult to cast even under ideal conditions.” She gestured at the chaos around her. “I’d need a sterile, silent environment and at least three more high-level sorcerers to assist me to counter an attack of this size. And I don’t see any of your men slinging hexes.”
“They’re mostly mundanes and new recruits,” he admitted gruffly. “More soldier than sorcerer.”
Great. Jane tho
