Cinqueda’s knife was ready to throw. Tom had seen the street samurai move and knew that Furlann’s best speed-up spell couldn’t match the samurai’s jacked-up reflexes. Cinqueda could launch her strike before the mage could do a thing. But would the samurai’s optics compensate for the displacer spell that had foiled Markowitz? Furlann didn’t seem to think so, because she didn’t release her hold on Tom. The gun still hovered before his face.