Fight.

Every instinct in me screamed to run, to live.

Every instinct, except one.

That instinct that called to fight or break, but never run.

I summoned my courage, drank deep my well of stubbornness, and set my Will forwards. I took the witch, I took her corpse-puppet, I could take this thing.

"Kali, move. We have to get ready."

"Ready for what?"

I shot a lopsided grin at her, "To do something stupid."