The shop exploded. Sarah curled up in the back of the stall as metal tore and wood splintered. Shouts of rage became screams of pain as changelings were smashed up against walls and ceiling with juicy thumps. Sarah didn’t want to see it—but even looking away, she could still hear it all. Hear a few changelings that charged for Ocellus anyway, wielding metal weapons. She blasted them away with enough force to trail ichor all the way.