“You have nothing to worry about darling,” Tempest says brightly, running along the rooftop and getting ready to jump over to the next one, “You’re with me!”

Callisto stares down at the scene before them. A wild, giant junglefowl has one guard by the leg, swinging him around violently preparing to slam the screaming man’s body into the other standing guard, as another one lies in a crumpled heap next to a snapped polearm. *Maybe I should just let them hang me*, she thinks with a grimace.

”WOO! YEAH!! Attaboy, kill em—!” Tempest whoops before suddenly cutting herself off, ”—Oh,” she says blandly, and begins to lift her sparking, glowing gun, “Look, one of ’em’s getting up.” Callisto’s head tilts sympathetically, the grimace widening.

Panel 1: Tempest and Callisto run across the rooftops together, Minerva following dutifully behind in the sky. A thick plume of smoke rises in the distance. “You have nothing to worry about darling, you’re with me!” Tempest says as she pulls Callisto along.

Panel 2: We peer down from the rooftops at a giant rooster currently mid swing with a guard in his mouth, in line to slam into the other guard directly in front of him. Scattered on the ground are a discarded sword and snapped polearm, and crumpled against one of the buildings is another guard. The rooster has vibrant orange and blue plumage.

Panel 3: Callisto grimaces at the scene below. Her thoughts read, “Maybe I should just let them hang me.”

Panel 4: “Woo! Yeah!! Attaboy, kill em—!” Tempest says with great enthusiasm, though her last bubble suddenly cuts off.

Panel 5: ”—Oh,” she says and lifts her sparking gun, “Look, one of ’ems getting up.” Callisto tilts head, still grimacing, with a wince of sympathy.