Tempest’s eyes fall from the sky and into the courtyard beyond. A gibbet stands affixed in the centre surrounded by a great crowd, the rain doing little to deter their morbid curiosity. Two nooses swing lazily in the breeze, attended by a dark figure, similarly dressed to the other guards except for their black hood and moon horned helmet.

Various guards are dotted around the courtyard. Three guards protect the gate, one guards the jail, and two the gibbet itself. She’s certain if she scanned the heights of the walls she’d see more.

As instructed, Tempest keeps moving, down into the courtyard proper, past the guards and begins to approach the gibbet. She grins.

One hand slips from behind her back and finds Callisto’s, “Run.”

Callisto’s eyes go wide, but she has barely a second to register the woman’s words before the cambion throws her other hand backwards to hit the guard behind them and the loud crackle of electricity arcs from between her fingers and up and across the man’s metal clothing.

“Hang this! Ya stupid bastards!” Tempest calls out mockingly, flipping them off and making a run directly towards the gathered crowd who scream in panic.

Panel 1: We look over the shoulder of a shadowy figure at Tempest and Callisto exiting the arched doorway. Tempest is framed by the silhouette of a hanging noose.

Panel 2: A closeup of Tempest’s shooes as she walks down the small staircase leading into the courtyard.

Panel 3: A wide shot of a crowd of people in a fortified courtyard around a gibbet with two nooses prepared. Beside them stands the executioner—dressed similarly to the guards, he too wears a red tabard. But he also wears a black hood, and the steel of his chainmail too has been blackened. The helmet obscuring his face is adorned with two horns that form a sort of crescent moon shape.

Panel 4: A closeup of Tempest, smiling.

Panel 5: Tempest’s hand reaches for Callisto’s.

Panel 6: “Run,” she whispers in Callisto’s ear.

Panel 7: Callisto looks back at her with wide eyes.

Panel 8: Tempest’s hand glows a bright vibrant electric blue, arcs of electricity dancing across her fingers as she slams it into the guard behind them.

Panel 9: “Hang this, ya stupid bastards!” Tempest yells, flipping them all off as the guard stands shocked in place with lightning arcing between the pieces of metal adorning his body, and pulls Callisto along with her as they make a run for it.