Jeci was evolving her approach, she was doing a redistribution. Everything she had been spreading outward, the weakening field, the perception web, the ambient suppression, all of it pulled inward and concentrated into a single purpose.
She was trading range for density. Giving up the battlefield control that had been herding him, helping her dull his thralls, and feeding her information about his movements, all of it sacrificed and compressed into raw, concentrated force channeled through her weapon and armor.
It was a cold, calculated gamble made by someone who had recognized that the approach which worked against soldiers would not work against a Sage, and who had decided, in the space between one heartbeat and the next, to change everything.
