"Okay, maybe we could, like, call someone—Victor—"

    "On it," the driver's voice comes from a speaker.

"Don't worry. The limo is bulletproof and I can knock out any-"

Careful observers might notice two flickers of the hand that's holding the oval.

The limo's lights go out and the engine makes a pathetic sound before stopping.

"-one. Fenris, did you feel that?"

"Yes," Fenris says. His posture is unsteady for a moment.

Victor has to steer the engineless limo and manages to make it feel almost graceful.

"What the everloving fuck."

"What-what happened?" he asks the twins.

Felix raises an unsteady hand and... nothing happens. "I-can't use magic. The passive parts are still there, but I can't do anything."

Their pursuer hops off the bike and...

...removes her helmet. She's pointing something at them. It's hard to see the shape in the dark but she is holding it like a gun. <I'm Vii. By now you must know that the real Arthur sent me. I just want his copy back. I know about the other three mageborns in the vehicle and I don't want any funny business from them.> They hear it inside their heads.