Odd threads tear through gold and stone

I flew up when Gwen called it out, and watched as the threads swept through the gold underneath our feet, turning up the rocks beneath even that- and doing even more damage, damage that the others wouldn’t know about.

The Stitcher struck out at me again, but I wasn’t concerned about his hits. I was concerned for the last one he controlled, who was moving into position to try and do something about all of us.