Victor met his little brother in the middle of the street, and the next thing Felicity saw was the shape of her husband's wings punched through the windows of a bus. His boots went through the far door hard enough to tear it off. Byron slid back two feet, caught himself against the curb and looked past the wreck straight at her.
She made herself watch the bus long enough to see a black-tipped feather move. Then she put her hand on Sarge's back. He'd already spotted the puddle running under Byron's boots. The first jolt from his gauntlets went through that water and buckled the Commander's left knee. Marx put his own lightning into the seam above the knee before Byron could get it straight again. Legend laid a strip of shadow across the road and pulled both of Byron's feet out from under him.
