Maxwell expected her argue, and was grateful when she didn't. Nodding, he took the lead, winding away from the Cornucopia until he could the sounds of the battle had fallen back to a dull roar. Until the houses around them had begun to drift further apart and trees began to crop up in the distance. Far enough away that he could again hear himself think.

Skidding in the loose mud, he looked back, noting the smoke curling against the sky, the sparks and arcs of light still striking up in great booming claps, then turned to look around them.

"Here," he pointed to a nearby house. "We can wait here, if it's safe."

He didn't dare assume with the arena.