Your sword is floating, Hearth noted. “Your elf is deaf,” Jack noted. I turned to the sword. “I know that. Sorry, introductions. Jack, Hearth. Hearth, Jack.” Hearth signed, Is it talking? I don’t read sword lips. “What is he saying?” Jack asked. “I don’t read elf hands.” “Guys.” Sam pointed behind us. A few blocks away, an iron-plated vehicle with caterpillar treads and a mounted turret was turning slowly onto our street. “That’s a tank,” I said. “Junior has a tank?” “We should leave,” Jack said. “I am awesome, but if I try to destroy a tank, the strain might kill you.” “Yeah,” I agreed.
