Night Fall feats

John has gotten a fuck of a lot better at physical fighting since becoming the new Walker:

He lunged forward, an open straight razor suddenly in his hand. The long steel blade flashed supernaturally bright as it leapt for John’s throat. John grabbed hold of the young man’s wrist at the last moment, then twisted it until he cried out and was forced to drop the razor. The young man hauled himself free and fell back, still glaring at John, who didn’t allow himself to appear in the least disturbed. He watched the young man carefully, and when the new-comer went to snatch up the razor again, John threw his drink in the young man’s face, blinding him.
“That’s enough!” John said sharply. “We don’t have to do this. Tell me what the problem is. Maybe I can do something to help.”
The young man shook his head fiercely, drops of water flying in all directions, his terrible gaze fixed on John again.
“You’ve already done too much.”
He produced a glowing knife from inside his jacket. The serrated blade shone with a nasty, unhealthy light, the essence of poison given shape and form and a cutting edge. He closed with John again, cutting and hacking viciously. John ducked and dodged, the knife always getting closer, until finally he had no choice but to grab the young man’s arm again and turn it suddenly around, so he impaled himself on his own blade. He cried out once, in shock and outrage rather than pain, and fell backwards. Blood soaked the front of his jacket. The glowing blade disappeared. John knelt beside the dying man.
“It didn’t have to come to this,” John said. “Why wouldn’t you listen to me? Who are you?”
One hand came up to grab John’s lapel and pull his face down to the dying man’s. He smiled horribly, his teeth slick with blood. “My name is Henry. Just like you planned.”
“I don’t understand,” said John. “I don’t know you.” -Night Fall

Something of an indicator for how large the Street of the Gods is:

The smallest and least important of the gods huddle together in cheap accommodations at the bottom, and the various churches and meeting-places become gradually grander and more impressive as one progresses up the Street. It’s all about location. Some of the more important temples and cathedrals are so huge they contain entire worlds within them, while others present such an enigmatic or abstract appearance, their priests have to hang around outside so they can lead people in. Wherever you look, doors are always open, ready to admit new worshippers, though getting out again with a full wallet and your soul still attached might prove a little more difficult. In this place, gods walk like gun-slingers. -Night Fall

Mockery, the god of clowns (yeah...) assaults John and Dead Boy with laughter that "mocks" them on a spiritual level, eating away at their very souls. They withstand it just fine:

He charged straight at the god of clowns, laughing breathlessly at the prospect of striking down someone who’d annoyed him. John stayed where he was, curious to see what would happen when a dead man fought a god. Mockery waited until Dead Boy had almost reached him, then laughed in his face. Dead Boy slammed to a halt, as though he’d run face-first into an invisible barrier. Mockery laughed at Dead Boy, and he shuddered at the sound of it. The horrid power in that laughter denied everything he was and ridiculed everything he’d done. It was full of scorn and derision, vicious and unrelenting. Dead Boy dropped to his knees under the weight of it.
John wanted to clap both hands to his ears to keep out the awful sound, which made his whole life seem worthless. The god of clowns mocked John Taylor and Dead Boy on a spiritual level, his laughter eating away at their souls like acid. And then Dead Boy stood up suddenly, perfectly composed, his calm voice breaking easily across the laughter.
“Nice try, clown. But I lost all my illusions long ago. There’s nothing like dying to put everything else in perspective.”
Dead Boy suddenly punched Mockery right in his painted grin, and the god of clowns cried out in shock. He staggered backwards, covering his face with his gloved hands. He wasn’t laughing any more. John was immediately himself again, unable even to remember what it was about the laughter that had affected him so strongly. But he remembered enough to be really angry about it. He stepped forward to stand beside Dead Boy.
“Nice punch.”
“Beats a pie in the face every time,” said Dead Boy. -Night Fall

John finds the link between a god and the human conduit it's manifesting through and then severs it, driving the god out of the world:

“You have the gift of laughter,” said John. “But I have a gift for finding things.”
He reached deep inside himself, and his gift unfolded in his mind. Opening up his third eye, his private eye, until he could see all the things that were hidden from everyone else. He looked at the world with an unflinching gaze until he found what he was looking for: the man behind the painted mask, the human conduit Mockery was manifesting through. And having found that link, it was the easiest thing in the world for John to break it. And just like that the god of clowns was gone, leaving behind just a man in stupid clothes, with tears streaming down through his patchy make-up. Dead Boy laughed at him.
“You’re not the god of anything; you’re just a very silly boy.” -Night Fall

Further confirmation that Transient Beings and such are (or in this case -were-) part of the Street of the Gods' population:

“Do you know what’s going on?” John asked, just a little brusquely.
“It’s not only the gods who’ve disappeared,” said Dagon. “All the Transient Beings, all the confidence tricksters with their big names and bigger promises, all the elementals and spirits and avatars, all the unnatural flotsam and jetsam thrown up by popular culture . . . Gone, all gone. And they shut the Street down when they left because they didn’t expect to be coming back.”
“So who opened it up again?” said John.
“The Street,” said Dagon. “I think it felt lonely. Fill a Street with enough weird stuff, and you’re going to end up with a pretty weird Street.”
“I can never tell when you’re joking,” said Razor Eddie.
“To be fair,” said John, “you have a hard time telling when anyone is joking.” -Night Fall

Another confirmations that some of the beings on the Street originate from higher dimensions:

John gave Dagon his full attention. “Where have the gods gone?”
“Some went back to where they came from,” said the priest who used to be a god. “Some have gone to sleep, in the deep-down places under the Nightside. And some have taken refuge in higher and lower dimensions, to wait out the storm.” -Night Fall

Gods apparently exist outside of time, which allows them to see the entire past, present and future at once:

“Gods exist outside of Time,” said Dagon. “They see the Past, the Present, and the Future equally clearly. They saw something bad coming to the Nightside and decided not to be here when it arrived.”
“I haven’t seen anything,” said Razor Eddie.
“Neither have I,” said Dagon, smiling kindly. “We’re too human.” -Night Fall

John takes the bullets out of the guns of "forty or fifty" different soldiers:

When John and Razor Eddie emerged from the front door, there was no sign of Dagon anywhere. Just a large crowd who were clearly waiting just for them. Forty or fifty very upset men and women, wearing all kinds of military uniforms from all kinds of armies and periods. Complete with a great many medal ribbons they almost certainly weren’t entitled to. All of them had guns in their hands, though they weren’t actually pointing them at anyone, just yet.
“Followers of Mithras, the soldier’s god,” Razor Eddie said quietly. He didn’t seem in any way impressed, by the crowd or their guns. “The god of the week-end warrior.”
“You ever met him?” said John.
“I’ve kicked his arse a few times, just on general principles.”
“Probably not the best time to mention that,” said John.

[...]

He smiled easily at the soldiers of Mithras and slowly, so as not to panic anyone, he raised one arm. And then he opened his hand and a steady stream of assorted bullets fell from his open palm. The soldiers watched the falling shells, mesmerised, until the last round had bounced and tinkled on the ground; and then they hefted their guns and didn’t like how light they suddenly felt.
“I have just removed the bullets from all of your guns,” John explained pleasantly. “Now get the hell out of here before I decide to show you a similar trick involving some of your less important organs.”
The Major looked back at his troops, saw their morale disappearing in front of his eyes, and raised his voice again.
“It’s just one of his tricks! We have to make him give us our god back! Come on; he can’t take all of us!”
“You ready to bet your lower intestines on that?” said John.
The week-end warriors lowered their guns and turned away, ignoring the jeers of the onlookers, and headed off down the Street of the Gods, muttering dejectedly to each other. That was the problem with John Taylor; he might not look like much, but you could never be sure just what he could and couldn’t do. Until he did something really nasty right in front of you, then promised to do something even worse. -Night Fall

Only major league psychics and seventh sons of seventh sons can see a Drood torc:

The only thing that stood out was the golden torc around his neck. The mark of the Droods. The golden circlet hid its wearer from the world, and only a major-league psychic could catch even a glimpse of it. Or the seventh son of a seventh son, but there aren’t many of those around these days. Blame family planning. -Night Fall

Molly freezes someone in place:

Eddie tried several times to stop someone, so he could ask what was going on, but they kept avoiding his eyes, intent on their missions. Eddie tried being polite, and he tried shouting. He even tried standing directly in front of people, but they just darted around him and kept going. Molly finally picked one at random, snapped her fingers, and froze the poor Drood in his tracks. His eyes rolled wildly as he realised he couldn’t move. Eddie and Molly strolled over to confront him.
“Oh shit, it’s you,” said the Drood.
“Got it in one,” said Eddie.
“You’re not going anywhere till you talk to us,” said Molly. “Tell us what we want to know, or I’ll turn you into something squelchy.” -Night Fall

Reminder that Drood Hall's War Room has farseers and other people monitoring the entire world, basically:

Men and women sat in long rows, concentrating on the information in front of them. Farseers with scrying balls, murmuring into hands-free headsets, sat next to technicians hunched over computer monitors. Together they covered the work of hundreds of Droods across the world. Some were field agents, protecting the innocent by doing things to the guilty, while others made up the support teams, supplying the field agents with whatever they needed and keeping them hidden from the worldly authorities. Still more stuck to the shadows, gathering useful information. It takes a lot of hard work to keep the world safe, without the world’s noticing what it is they’re being kept safe from. -Night Fall

Drood Hall's Operations Room has sensors that can detect incursions from all of this:

Whatever was on its way, it wasn’t coming from any of the usual trouble spots. A quiet murmur of troubled voices ran through the Ops Room as the operators conferred, trying to work out what it was by ruling out what it wasn’t.
It’s not heavenly or infernal.
It’s not coming from the higher or lower dimensions, the shimmering plains or the broken lands.
Could it be interplanetary, some new form of warp drive?
Someone’s been watching too much television. The early-warning systems would pick up anything like that the moment it entered our solar system.
I can’t get my head around how it’s moving. Like it’s travelling sideways across Time and Space.
Hold it; has anyone thought to check whether someone’s signed out the old Armourer’s Bentley?
First thing I thought of; it’s in the garage, being searched for hitch-hikers after its last other-dimensional trip.
Whatever this is, it’s coming right for us. Like a bullet from a gun. -Night Fall

John's portable Timeslip sends him across time and space and into Drood Hall, past all of its many protections and defenses:

A single alarm sounded, harsh and strident. Everyone’s head snapped around as they turned to look. Howard stared. It wasn’t one of the regular alarms. He moved over to stand behind the operator as she stared in horror at the flashing light on her workstation. Howard leaned in beside her, steadying her with his presence. She shut down the alarm and concentrated on her screen.
“What is it, Angela?” Howard said quietly.
“Something is heading straight for us,” she said. Her voice was calm, but she had to work for it. “Something that doesn’t fit any of our usual criteria, and it’s coming from a direction I can’t even identify.”
“Any idea what it might be?”
“No! I don’t know . . . I can’t get a fix on it, or track it.”
Howard straightened up and looked around the Ops Room. “Everyone link their stations to Angela’s. This has top priority till I tell you otherwise.”
He went back to stand in the centre of the room, so he could watch everything at once. The holographic displays weren’t showing anything. Whatever was on its way, it wasn’t coming from any of the usual trouble spots. A quiet murmur of troubled voices ran through the Ops Room as the operators conferred, trying to work out what it was by ruling out what it wasn’t.
It’s not heavenly or infernal.
It’s not coming from the higher or lower dimensions, the shimmering plains or the broken lands.
Could it be interplanetary, some new form of warp drive?
Someone’s been watching too much television. The early-warning systems would pick up anything like that the moment it entered our solar system.
I can’t get my head around how it’s moving. Like it’s travelling sideways across Time and Space.
Hold it; has anyone thought to check whether someone’s signed out the old Armourer’s Bentley?
First thing I thought of; it’s in the garage, being searched for hitch-hikers after its last other-dimensional trip.
Whatever this is, it’s coming right for us. Like a bullet from a gun.
Howard picked up the red phone and was put straight through to the Matriarch. That was what it was for. She answered immediately.
“Yes?”
“This is Howard in Ops. Someone or something will be arriving here at any moment. We have been unable to identify it.”
“You don’t think the Hall’s protections will keep it out?” said the Matriarch. Her voice was as calm as his. They might have been discussing the weather.
“We can’t be sure,” said Howard. “This is so different, it might slip past our defences because they won’t see it as a threat. Whatever it is, it’s travelling fast, and it’s coming at us like the wrath of God. I strongly recommend you send armoured Droods out into the grounds to meet it.”
“I’ll inform the Sarjeant-at-Arms,” said the Matriarch. The line went dead.
Howard put the phone down. He felt a little easier, now he knew the Sarjeant-at-Arms was on the job. He looked around the Ops Room and was pleased to see everyone steadily watching their screens. It was one of the strengths of the Droods that when emergencies occurred, everyone could be relied on to do what was necessary, quickly and efficiently, just as they’d been trained. Howard moved unhurriedly among his people, leaning over shoulders to peer at their screens and murmur the occasional encouragement. They were all doing everything they could, even though it wasn’t getting them anywhere. All they could be sure of was that something something was getting steadily closer.
“Has anyone thought to check for an energy signature?” said Howard. “You know Molly Metcalf likes to change the signature on her teleport, just to mess with us.”
“It’s not her,” said a young man, scowling at his screen. Howard had to concentrate for a moment to remember the man’s name.
“How can you be so sure, David?” said Howard.
“Because I’ve got every signature she ever used on record, and this is nothing like them.”
“It’s almost here!” said another voice, and everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the displays.
Out in the grounds, nothing was moving anywhere . . . apart from the company of armoured Droods streaming out the front door, led by the Sarjeant-at-Arms.
“Excuse me, sir,” said David. “Why hasn’t the Sarjeant armoured up?”
“Cedric always likes to leave it to the last moment,” said Howard. “He says, because it makes the enemy under-estimate him. More likely because he’s a show-off.”
There was a brief murmur of laughter, quickly cut off as Angela raised her voice.
“It’s here! It’s right on top of us! There. Screen Three!”
Everyone turned to look. Some actually rose to their feet to get a better view. There was no opening of a dimensional door, no prising apart of Space and Time by unnatural energies, not even a bright flash of light. Just a single figure, suddenly standing on the grassy lawns, staring calmly at Drood Hall.
“Oh hell,” said Howard. “It’s John Taylor.”
A babble of voices broke out. No wonder they hadn’t been able to identify the unexpected visitor; Walker of the Nightside had never come to Drood Hall before, in the whole history of the long night and the Drood family.
“Quiet please, people,” said Howard, and his barely raised voice cut across the uproar. The operators who’d stood up quickly sat down again. Howard addressed the room without once taking his eyes off Screen Three. “Keep scanning, people. I want to know how John Taylor got into the grounds, past all our protections and defences.”
 “On it,” said Angela, her voice calm and composed again. “Our scanners aren’t picking up anything. As far as they’re concerned, he isn’t even there. How is that possible?”
“It’s John Taylor,” said Howard.
“Is he really a threat?” said David. “I mean, he’s just one man. How dangerous can he be?”
“As dangerous as he wants to be,” said Howard.

[...]

The armoured Droods were moving inhumanly inhumanly quickly. John considered them thoughtfully, wondered if he should be impressed or intimidated that such a show of force had been turned out in his honour, and opted for neither. He was Walker of the Nightside; it was up to them to be impressed. He looked casually at the gold pocket-watch in his hand, as though he was just checking the time of his arrival, then put it away. No point in letting the Droods know it contained a portable Timeslip. They’d only try to take it away from him. -Night Fall

And then he does it again:

He didn’t wait to see what would happen next. Without quite understanding why, it was obvious the talks had broken down. He activated the pocket-watch he’d sneaked into his hand, and the portable Timeslip took him away. The doors to the Sanctity slammed open, and the Sarjeant-at-Arms came storming in, an energy gun in each hand. He saw that John was gone and stopped. The Matriarch glared at him.
“You’re too late!”
The Sarjeant dismissed his guns. “Ethel said the talks were deteriorating. What happened?”
“He wouldn’t listen to me,” said the Matriarch. “I tried to warn him . . .” She raised her voice. “Ethel! How was Walker able to leave like that, despite all the Sanctity’s protections? You assured me that was impossible. That’s why I met him here!”
“Beats me,” said Ethel. “It’s all very odd. But he is John Taylor, after all. A man of many mysteries.” -Night Fall

(Definitely worth noting that even Ethel, the Droods' other-dimensional patron who can "see into dimensions you can't even name" and can identify most things fairly easily, couldn't identify how John was able to come in and out of Drood Hall without fear of retribution)

For the record, it's heavily implied that John used the time-traveling aspect of his timepiece to arrive before Eddie and Molly could get back:

“Matriarch, I need to know: Why weren’t you able to reach an agreement?”
The Matriarch sat down behind her table again and composed herself. “Because neither of us could afford to give an inch. Have Eddie and Molly returned from the Nightside yet?”
“They just appeared in the grounds,” said the Sarjeant. “Eddie ripped a robot gun out of the ground and crushed it into a ball because it dared to check him out. And Molly blew up a tree because she didn’t like the way it was looking at her. I think we can safely assume they are not in the best of moods.”
“How was John Taylor able to hear about Eddie’s destroying the house, confer with the Authorities, and get here . . . before Eddie and Molly could return?” said the Matriarch.
The Sarjeant shrugged. “It’s the Nightside. They do things differently there.” -Night Fall

If John encounters a gun that doesn't use bullets, he can always use the same bullet-stealing trick to teleport the trigger of the gun into his hand instead:

The Sarjeant strode along, looking straight ahead and saying nothing. After a while, John looked at him.
“Is it true? You can summon any weapon you want out of nowhere?”
A large gun appeared in the Sarjeant’s right hand, pointed unwaveringly at John. “Not from nowhere. From the Drood Armoury. Where we keep the most powerful weapons known to Man.”
“Nice gun,” said John.
“Don’t try to take the bullets out of it,” said the Sarjeant. “It doesn’t use bullets.”
“You’d better have this,” said John.
He handed the Sarjeant-at-Arms the trigger for his gun. The Sarjeant looked at it, then at his gun. He sighed quietly, accepted the trigger from John, and made both it and the gun disappear. They walked on together in silence. -Night Fall

(Note that he did this inside Drood Hall, a place with numerous magical protections designed to interfere with supernatural powers.)

Old Father Time hijacks the Merlin Glass, then reveals that he not only sees "everything" and that all of "the chronoflow" (read: time itself) is his domain, but that he's seen the future and that the Droods can't stop it, save for a :

“Why is he here? I didn’t tell you to contact him!”
“That is the personification of Time itself, a living legend of Shadows Fall,” said Ammonia. “He can do whatever he feels like doing, and I’m not going to be the one to tell him he can’t. That isn’t even what he really looks like. It’s just a human shape he puts on to interact with us, like a hand inside a glove puppet. Because the human mind couldn’t cope with any more than that. You talk to him. Just looking at him makes my mind hurt.”
Old Father Time appeared to be an old man with shoulder-length white hair, a haughty face, and penetrating eyes. Dressed to the height of Victorian fashion, he gripped the lapels of his jacket with both hands and started talking before the Matriarch could even open her mouth.
“Of course you weren’t going to summon me,” he said testily. “I come when I’m needed, not where I’m wanted. It simplifies things. And I would think even the Droods would have more sense than to bother Shadows Fall. But I know about the Nightside, and I know what you’re planning. I see everything. The whole of the chronoflow is my domain.”
Molly looked at Eddie, and he gave her a Don’t ask me look. He studied Old Father Time with great interest, fascinated to see one of the great powers and enigmas of Shadows Fall. The town where legends went to die when the world stopped believing in them. Only sometimes, they didn’t die . . .
“I know what’s going to happen,” said Old Father Time. “And no, you can’t stop it. Because you’re part of it. No one in Shadows Fall will help or hinder you because this is your fate, your destiny.” He shook his leonine head sadly. “So arrogant, so sure of yourselves, so ready to impose your authority on others . . . You will be the horror in the long night, the nightmare in the Nightside. You will come right to the edge of a terrible abyss, and jump anyway. Because you are . . . what you are. But in the end, there is still a faint chance, still a slender hope . . . If one good man can do the right thing.”
He disappeared from the Merlin Glass, and the return of the buzzing static came as a relief. It was like being lectured by God’s stand-in. -Night Fall

A graduate of the Deep School sees right through Eddie and Molly's disguises, pinpointing their real identities before the latter can even speak:

After they’d been travelling for a while, Roxie leaned forward to address the young woman sitting opposite, but she started talking before Roxie even opened her mouth.
“Eddie Drood: field agent, torc bearer, a legend in his own lunch-time. And Molly Metcalf, the wickedest witch that ever was, and a spanner in the works of the world machine. Also known as Shaman Bond and Roxie Hazzard. What do you want? I’m busy.” -Night Fall

She then elaborates (a bit) on the nature of Hadleigh Oblivion:

“I just wanted to ask about your fellow Dark Academie graduate Hadleigh Oblivion,” said Roxie. “I’ve a feeling we might be bumping into him in the Nightside.”
“What do you want to know?” said the young woman, still not looking up from the blank pages of her book.
“What does his title mean?” said Roxie. “Detective Inspectre?”
“It’s his responsibility to investigate crimes against reality itself.”
“Okay,” said Roxie. “But what does that mean?”
“Hadleigh Oblivion knows what’s real and what isn’t,” said the young woman. “Everyone else only thinks they do. Even Walker and the Authorities bow down to the Detective Inspectre when they must. Just as you will if you go up against him.”
“You think we’re going to?” said Eddie.
“You want to know who’s behind the changes in the Nightside,” said the young woman.
“And Hadleigh knows?” said Roxie.
“The Detective Inspectre knows everything.”
“What if we don’t want to meet him?” said Eddie. “Our last encounter didn’t go at all well. He wanted to drag me down to the Dark Academie, so they could take my armour away.”
“And you stopped him,” said the young woman. “A lot of people are still talking about that.”
“But what is it that makes him so special?” said Roxie.
The young woman smiled for the first time. “Some say . . . he’s realer than we are.”
Eddie and Roxie looked at each other.
“Why do you have white-on-white eyes?” said Eddie.
“To see more clearly.”
“Why doesn’t Hadleigh Oblivion have eyes like yours?” said Roxie.
“Because he’s not just a graduate of the Dark Academie; he’s an instructor.”
Eddie and Roxie decided they’d asked enough questions. -Night Fall

A succubus sees right through Molly's disguise, confirming that it's just a glamour rather than a full-body transformation:

And that was when a half-breed succubus wearing a communion dress spotted with unspeakable stains, and gnarled horns curling up from her forehead, appeared suddenly out of the crowd to grab Roxie by the shoulder and spin her around. She pushed her face right into Roxie’s, took a good look, and stepped back grinning triumphantly.
“This is Molly Metcalf!” she said loudly. “I can See right through her glamour. And if she’s here, Eddie Drood can’t be far away! Who wants to split the reward money with me? All we have to do is make the witch talk, and we’ll all be rich!” -Night Fall

Eddie forms golden knuckle-dusters out of the strange matter of his torc:

He concentrated, and thin tendrils of strange matter shot down his arms from his torc, to form golden knuckle-dusters on his fists. He set off towards the exit, knocking down anyone who tried to stop him or even looked as though they might be about to. Roxie protected his rear with the occasional vicious back-elbow or savage kick. -Night Fall

Even while her powers are less than before, Jessica Sorrow can still focus her unbelief on specific things if she so desires:

“They want a war,” said Jessica.
They all jumped again. Brilliant scowled at Jessica, who was already looking somewhere else.
“Maybe we should have her ring a little bell before she says anything. Just to give us some warning.”
“Good luck with that,” said John.
Jessica turned her head suddenly to look at Brilliant. “You’re not wearing a tie.”
Brilliant’s tie disappeared. Everyone stood very still. John could feel his hackles rising, along with a strong desire to be absolutely anywhere else. Because once Jessica Sorrow started not believing in things, there was no telling where it would end. Jessica turned away to study something only she could see, and everyone relaxed a little. -Night Fall

Alex's bat soaked in Merlin's protections blocks a sword swing from an armoured Luther Drood:

The bartender produced a glowing baseball bat from behind the bar and threw it to John, who snatched it out of the air even as Luther brought the golden sword swinging down. John shielded himself with the bat, and to Luther’s astonishment, his strange-matter blade rebounded from the glowing wood. The impossibly sharp strange-matter edge hadn’t even made a dent. The bartender laughed triumphantly.
“Merlin gave me that bat!” -Night Fall

Luther no-sells a shitload of attacks, including guns, magically-glowing knives and a whole ton of spells and curses:

Everyone in the bar opened up on the Drood. Normally they wouldn’t get involved in a private fight, but this was a Drood. They shot at Luther with all kinds of guns, threw glowing knives, and hit him with any number of spells and curses, a fusillade of fear and hate that would have wiped out anyone else in a second. But the strange-matter armour just soaked it all up, while Luther didn’t even feel the impacts. -Night Fall

Shotgun Suzie's gun fucking kills Luther Drood:

The attacks from the rest of the bar had stopped. Luther and John were too close now, and moving too quickly. Luther piled on the attack, and because he had golden armour, and John was only human, Luther finally beat the bat aside, leaving John momentarily defenceless. Luther drew back his blade for the killing thrust.
There was a sound like thunder, and something hit him hard in the back. The impact threw Luther away from John, slamming him up against the bar. The pain was so bad it knocked all the breath out of him, and he had to lean against the bar while he waited for his legs to steady themselves. He’d never felt pain like it. The armour had always protected him before. He could feel blood streaming down his back, inside the armour. Lots of it.
Luther gasped for breath and fought back the pain so he could concentrate on killing John Taylor. The man was still standing there, watching him carefully to see what he would do. Luther straightened his back and raised his sword again. He grinned fiercely behind his face mask, and blood spilled down his chin. He was hurt, but he could still do the job. He drew back his sword, to thrust it through John Taylor’s gut, and the shotgun roared a second time.
The impact slammed him into the bar again, but this time Luther didn’t feel it. He couldn’t feel anything. His legs gave out, and he sat down hard on the floor. He didn’t feel that either. It was starting to worry him. He couldn’t seem to get his breath. He could see the golden sword retreating back into his hand because he couldn’t concentrate enough to maintain it. He wondered how he was going to complete his mission now. And then he stopped worrying about anything, and his head dropped forward.
His last thought was It’s the Nightside.

[...]

Most of the bar’s patrons were already running for the exit. They’d just seen a Drood killed, and they really didn’t want to be around if more of the family turned up. The few that remained stayed well back, fascinated but wary, knowing they were seeing history in the making. A live Drood in his armour was rare enough; to see one killed was almost unheard of. John Taylor nodded to Suzie Shooter, standing at the foot of the metal stairs, still training her double-barrelled pump-action shotgun on the Drood. -Night Fall

Apparently Suzie has access to strange matter ammunition now:

Suzie studied the dead Drood, and John moved in beside her. The Drood’s golden head hung down, and his back was bent right over, revealing jagged rents in the armour. Blood dripped steadily out of the holes and onto the floor. John looked at Suzie.
“How did you do that?”
“I picked up some strange-matter ammunition from the Gun Shoppes of Usher,” said Suzie. “I’d heard about the Drood operating on Blaiston Street, and I wanted to be prepared. I could only afford a dozen shells. Apparently strange matter is really hard to get hold of.” -Night Fall

Molly's Sight tells her exactly when and where she is, apparently:

Eddie looked up at the night sky. “The moon is still the same. Far too big and far too close, like a giant eye watching everything. But the stars . . . I don’t recognise any of those constellations . . .”
“You wouldn’t,” said Molly. She looked up at the flaring stars, which burned fiercely in huge clusters, shot this way and that in vivid displays, and occasionally just blinked out, as though they’d simply got bored with the whole thing. “This is normal for the Nightside. The stars are always changing, reassembling themselves into new patterns. Just another hint that you’ve left the everyday world behind. Trust me, we haven’t moved in Time. This is still the same day as when we left.”
Eddie looked at her. “How can you be sure?”
“All part of a witch’s Sight,” Molly said airily. “To See the world as it really is and to know exactly where and when we are.” -Night Fall

Ammonia Vom Acht shuts down Argus, the system Walker uses to see everything in the Nightside:

They both looked around sharply as all the viewscreens snapped off. Carter made a loud, whining noise. Eddie looked sharply at the thing in the chair.
“Argus! What’s happening?”
“Telepathic interference, from a source outside the Nightside,” said Argus, in a cold, dead voice. “We are under attack by the telepath Ammonia Vom Acht, wife to a Drood. She is shutting us down. I know this because she wants you to know this. And to know there is nothing you can do to stop her.”
“We’ll see about that,” said John. “Carter, mind the store.” -Night Fall

John uses his gift to find Eddie Drood's activating words, then reverses them, sending the latter's armour back into his torc:

He pushed back his chair and stood up. Eddie and Molly were quickly on their feet too, facing him.
“I can’t let you leave, John,” Eddie said flatly. “You’re too powerful a player to be left running loose.”
“You really think you can stop me?” said John. He sounded honestly curious.
Eddie subvocalised his activating Words, and his armour swept over him in a moment. A golden statue stood in his place, gleaming brightly under the stark fluorescent lighting. John could see his face reflected in the featureless mask and smiled easily to show he wasn’t impressed. That he’d seen better and scarier.
Molly glared from one to the other. “Knock it off, both of you! This isn’t helping!”
Neither man looked at her. They were locked in their roles, of who they were and had to be. Eddie raised one golden fist, and heavy spikes rose up from the knuckles.
“We don’t have to do this the hard way, John.”
“Of course we do,” said John. “It’s the Nightside.”
“You’re coming with me, Walker. So I can use you to put an end to this madness.”
“I really don’t think so,” said John.
He concentrated, and used his gift to find the activating Words Eddie had just used. They came to him in a moment, and then it was the easiest thing in the world for John to send Eddie’s armour shooting back into his torc. Eddie stood before John, just an ordinary man again, too shocked to do anything. -Night Fall

When Molly attempts to utter a spell, John hits her in the face with a packet of pepper, silencing and incapacitating her:

Molly opened her mouth. John produced a packet from inside his coat and dashed the contents into Molly’s face. Caught by surprise, Molly breathed the pepper in and was immediately seized by a series of violent sneezes. The force of them bent her right over, tears streaming down her face to drip onto the floor. -Night Fall

John threatens to find a way to make Molly have never existed:

Eddie surged forward, ready to protect Molly even without his armour.
“Hold it!” said John. He pointed a steady finger at the incapacitated Molly. “Back off, Drood. Or I’ll use my gift to find a way to make her never have existed, so you never had a chance to meet her.”
Eddie stopped where he was. Because this was John Taylor, and he just might be able to do it. John gathered his dignity about him, nodded easily to Eddie, and walked out of the ice-cream parlour. -Night Fall

Drood armour has an exorcism function, apparently:

The Matriarch burst out of the editorial cubicle to see Julien Advent sprinting down the long office, heading for the door. She armoured up and went after him. She didn’t manage six paces before Otto the friendly poltergeist materialised out of nowhere and engulfed her in his whirling winds. Buffeted this way and that, the Matriarch quickly lost all sense of direction. She closed her eyes, braced herself, and triggered the exorcism function built into her armour. There was a flash of light and a burst of speeded-up Latin, and Otto cried out shrilly as the forces holding him together were violently dispersed. -Night Fall

Suzie with Wulfsbane blocks a bolt of lightning from Molly, then deflects several Colt Repeater rounds from Eddie:

Molly thrust out a hand, and a bolt of lightning flashed towards Suzie. She hardly seemed to move, but suddenly the long blade was in just the right position to intercept the lightning. The glowing blade soaked up the flaring energies in a moment, and when the night gloom returned, it seemed even darker than before. Eddie drew his Colt Repeater and fired off several shots, using cursed and blessed ammunition, but they all ricocheted harmlessly away from the long, glowing blade. -Night Fall

Wulfsbane shears right through Eddie's sword made from strange matter:

The two swords slammed together, and the bitter yellow blade sheared clean through the golden strange matter. Half of Eddie’s sword fell to clatter on the ground, and he had to throw himself backwards to avoid a sweeping blow that would have taken his head clean off. The tip of Suzie’s sword scored a long thin line across his armoured chest, and smoke rose up from the etched groove, as though the armour had been burned. -Night Fall

Another statement regarding the function of chaos dice:

“I would suggest we start with these,” said Wu Fang.
He held out his hand, and on his palm lay a pair of dice, midnight black with rubies for points. The tiny crimson gems gleamed like unblinking eyes.
“Chaos dice,” said Dash.
“Nasty things,” said Shirley.
“Tiny calculating machines,” said Wu Fang. “Created to undo chance and subvert possibilities. Such as: whether a Drood has his armour on or not. Whether it is completely invulnerable. And other, subtler things . . .”
“When the odds are against us, change the odds in our favour,” said Dash. “Good thinking.”
“Do the people who come here to gamble know you have these dice and what they can do?” said Shirley.
Wu Fang smiled. “Did you not see the pair I have placed on open display, for all to see? It is not my fault if my guests do not pause to look at them and consider the implications.” -Night Fall

Chaos dice and Colt Repeater knockoffs can make a damned terrifying combination:

“Even chaos dice won’t be enough to stop Droods,” said Dash. “Not a whole army of them. What have you got in the way of weapons?”
“I have these,” said Wu Fang. He opened a drawer in his desk, brought out a pair of handguns, and placed them on the desk-top. He pushed them towards Dash and Shirley.
“Derived from the Droods’ Colt Repeaters,” said Wu Fang. “My people acquired one from a Drood field agent, whose taste for gambling was not matched by his skill, and my technical staff were able to duplicate some of the gun’s remarkable abilities. They aim themselves, they never miss, and they never run out of ammunition. Sadly, the bullets are only ever standard issue. The original gun was reluctant to yield all of its secrets, and we only had so much time before it had to be returned to the field agent. Neither the Drood nor I wanted his family to know it had ever gone missing. So the bullets will not penetrate Drood armour, under normal conditions. You must rely on the chaos dice to give you your chances.” -Night Fall

Drood armour resists the probability magic of a set of chaos dice, though that resistance is hardly infallible:

He threw the chaos dice lightly onto the ground, and they rolled to a halt at the Sarjeant-at-Arms’ feet. Showing snake eyes. And all the possibilities in the clearing ran riot. Droods’ armour shot back into their torcs, leaving them revealed and vulnerable. Some armour ran away like liquid gold, pooling around the Droods’ feet. Some armour became rigid as steel and imprisoned its wearers. Dash and Shirley raised their Colt Repeaters and targeted the Droods without armour. Steel bullets punched through the hearts and heads of unprotected Droods. Dash and Shirley fired again and again, their old hands steady with long-practised skills, and Droods crashed dead and dying to the blood-soaked ground. Some panicked and ran into the jungle, but it didn’t save them. The trees were waiting for them.
The Sarjeant yelled at those Droods who still had their armour to hold their ground, and they did. One by one those with affected armour found it was adjusting to the random energies of the chaos dice, becoming firm and trustworthy again. Dash and Shirley saw what was happening and stopped firing. -Night Fall

Once again, Greenverse dragon fire proves superior to Drood torc armour, this time melting through the current strange matter armour with ridiculous ease:

“Can I kill him?” said Anastasia. “I’d really like to kill that arrogant son of a bitch.”
“Be my guest,” said the Sarjeant.
Wu Fang opened his mouth, and breathed fire on the Droods. An endless stream of dragonfire, which melted every bit of armour it touched. The last gift of the Dragon’s Blood. Anastasia was blown off her feet by the impact of the flames and crashed into the Sarjeant behind her, bearing him to the ground. Wu Fang slowly turned his head back and forth, so that his flames covered the whole clearing, and not one Drood escaped him. They staggered back and forth, crying out in shock and horror as their armour melted and the terrible flames consumed them. Some tried to run, but the flames were faster. -Night Fall

Hadleigh enters Strangefellows from a distance, breezing past the place's protections without even trying:

“But he is a power in his own right,” said Julien. “Would he use that power to help us?”
“He might,” said Larry.
“Then you need to talk to him right now,” said Julien.
“Oh hell . . .” said Larry.
He got out his phone and hit one particular button. “Hadleigh! This is Larry, and yes, it is an emergency. I’m at Strangefellows. The Authorities need to talk to you about stopping the Drood invasion. Can you help? How fast can you get here?” said Larry.
“Look behind you,” said Hadleigh.
The Authorities spun around in their chairs, and there was Hadleigh, standing facing them. Without a phone in his hand. Larry looked at his, shrugged, and put it away.
“Show-off.” -Night Fall

Hadleigh knows that Eddie and Molly were in Strangefellows moments before he arrived:

Hadleigh strolled over to join the Authorities, pulled up a chair, and sat down, all of it with studied calm and elegance. His smile didn’t waver once, and his gaze remained unnervingly direct.
“How nice,” he said. “To be sitting where Eddie and Molly were sitting, just a moment ago.”
“How do you know that?” said Annie, bristling. “Have you been spying on us?”
“No,” said Hadleigh. “I just know things. It comes with the job.” -Night Fall

John locates Alpha Red Alpha, and his gift grants him knowledge of what the machine is and what it's currently being used for:

He took out his gold pocket-watch, but when he tried to use it, nothing happened. He looked at the watch, blinked a few times, then gave it a good hard shake. He’d never known it to fail him before, ever since the previous Walker gave it to him. He concentrated and called on his gift for finding things. He needed an answer. His gift squirmed uneasily in his mental grasp; then a vision appeared before him. Of a large and mysterious machine surrounded by people in white lab coats. Knowledge came to John that he was looking at the dimensional engine Alpha Red Alpha, deep under Drood Hall. The machine that brought the Droods into the Nightside. It was broadcasting a signal to shut down all Timeslips in the long night and make sure no one could get in or out. -Night Fall

John finds the ignition on a speeding motorcycle and shuts it down with his gift:

He tried to flag down a motor-cycle courier, and when the man just drove straight at him, John gritted his teeth and used his gift to find the bike’s ignition and shut it down. He stepped aside as the motor-cycle skidded to a halt, then strode over to it. -Night Fall

Wulfsbane devours strange-matter bullets shot from Magnus Drood's armour:

Magnus formed her hand into a gun and shot Suzie twice in the heart. But Wulfsbane moved impossibly fast, so that it was in just the right place to block and absorb the strange-matter bullets. The yellow blade swallowed them up, and the bullets screamed as the Infernal Device devoured them. For the first time, Magnus was shaken. She’d never heard her armour scream before. -Night Fall

With Wulfsbane, Suzie knocks aside Magnus Drood's blade of strange-matter, then stabs right through Ioreth Drood's armour, taking him down:

She dismissed the gun; grew a long, golden sword from her hand; and charged Suzie, trusting to her armour’s strength and speed to make her unstoppable. Ioreth attacked with his own blade from the other side. Wulfsbane beat Magnus’ blade aside and then swept back to shoot past Ioreth’s sword and run him through. Wulfsbane punched through his stomach and out his back, and the golden armour didn’t even slow it down. Ioreth cried out and fell to his knees, his sword collapsing back into his hand as he lost concentration. As Suzie jerked the blade out of his body, he cried out and fell onto his side in a spreading pool of his own blood. His armour retreated back into his torc, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, as though it couldn’t bear to be anywhere near the awful wound Wulfsbane had made. -Night Fall

Being stabbed by Wulfsbane leaves the victim's wound with some kind of poison in it that eats away at their insides:

While Magnus was concentrating on that, Suzie went after Ioreth. He saw her coming and tried to crawl away, but he could barely move. It wasn’t just the pain; Wulfsbane had put something in his wound. He could feel it, eating away at his insides. -Night Fall

Some of the Nightside's tactics are ridiculously underhanded when the whole city is working together:

The Drood advance had been forced almost to a halt by the sheer pressure of Nightside resistance. They couldn’t kill people fast enough to make any progress. They were winning all the battles, but the Nightsiders were throwing everything they had at the Droods, and some of it was working.
They blew up their own buildings, so the wreckage would bury Droods. It didn’t take the Droods long to dig themselves out, entirely unharmed, but it did take them out of the fight. And clearing the blockage slowed them down. People threw increasingly strange things at the Droods, trying to find something that would get past their armour. Guns didn’t work, and magics discharged harmlessly on the air, so the Nightsiders turned to more lateral thinking. They set up invisible dimensional doorways all along the street, so that Droods who passed unknowingly through them ended up back at the start again. People teleported in and out, sticking around just long enough to try out a new weapon, watch the result, then disappear to report back. The hit-and-run tactics might not be hurting the Droods, but they were holding the Droods’ attention and slowing them down even more. -Night Fall

After the battle at the Garden of Delights, the Droods' armour has adapted to probability/luck manipulation. Unfortunately, that doesn't stop them from being affected if said luck manipulation is used on their surroundings instead:

Big flying creatures soared overhead and crapped on the Droods. Some of it was radioactive. Fizzing fluorescent fairies dive-bombed the Droods with sparkling clouds of pixie dust that made all their luck turn bad. It couldn’t affect the Drood armour, which had learned and adapted after the Garden of Delights, but the dust still worked on their surroundings. The ground cracked open under Drood feet, sending them stumbling this way and that, or melted into quicksand that swallowed Droods up. Some Droods became confused as to who the enemy was and attacked one another. Some became horribly ill and had to pull the armour back from their faces so they could vomit, while others became so turned-around they just sat down on the street and refused to move until someone they trusted could tell them where the hell they were. -Night Fall

David Drood's armour protects him from Tommy Oblivion's power. It does not, however, stand up to the power that the Deep School granted Larry Oblivion:

“Come,” he said, smiling. “Let us reason together.”
“Let’s not,” said David.
He armoured up, and golden strange matter covered him from head to toe in a moment. Tommy scowled and looked at his brothers.
“I can’t reach him through that stuff. It’s unnatural. It’s doing something to my mind. Or his.”
“Then we do this the hard way,” said Hadleigh.
David surged forward, inhumanly fast and strong in his armour despite his illness. Black flames burst up around Larry. Fires dark and deep as midnight, and so fiercely hot Tommy and Hadleigh flinched back from them. The floor-boards under Larry’s feet scorched and charred, but though the Black Fire burned hot enough to burn the world, it didn’t touch the man who carried it. Larry thrust out a hand, and the black flames shot forward to engulf David from head to toe. The midnight fire hit his armour so hard it cracked and broke open, shattered by a force greater than it could stand. The golden strange matter melted and ran away, and David burned alive. He didn’t even have time to scream. His body crashed to the floor, already blackening and curling up as the flames consumed it. Larry lowered his hand, and the Black Fire shut off. A few crackling flames still burned where the floor-boards had caught alight around the body. Smoke rose up, to curl lazily on the air.
Tommy looked at his brother.
“Don’t look at me like that,” said Larry. “Like I’m the monster. You haven’t seen what the Droods have been doing.” -Night Fall

A description of Wulfsbane's power and functions:

“I think I’ve identified the sword in question,” said William. “It’s called Wulfsbane. It has the power to corrupt its owners, body and soul. Any wound the sword makes will rot till the body dies. Nothing can stop the process once it’s begun. The sword has travelled through many worlds for many years, and isn’t as powerful as it once was. But it’s still strong enough to cut through Drood armour. Ioreth’s torc is fighting the corruption, or he’d be dead by now; but it can’t save him. And neither can I.” -Night Fall

Larry burns 20 armoured Droods down to their skeletons with the Black Fire:

Hadleigh grabbed hold of Tommy’s shoulder and pulled him back out of the way, and Larry hit the Droods with Black Fire. The terrible flames surged forward, turning the whole corridor into a blast-furnace, in which Drood armour melted and all the Droods inside burned. When Larry finally stopped, and pulled the Black Fire back into him, all that remained were cracked and blackened bones. Steam rose thickly on the superheated air. The floor and both walls were scorched and blackened from the intense heat, for as far as the eye could see. Tommy and Hadleigh moved over to join Larry. Their faces and hands smarted from exposure to the scorching air. Larry looked cold as death, cold as what comes after death. Tommy looked at him as if he were a stranger.
“What did they do to you in the Dark Academie?”
“They gave me a gift,” said Larry. “Something only a dead man could carry. So I could do what needed doing.” -Night Fall

Hadleigh touches Bettie Divine once and kills her instantly:

Ioreth and Bettie turned to face Hadleigh, as he finally threw the heavy wooden stack off him and rose to his feet. He wasn’t injured. Bettie snarled, and threw herself at him. Hadleigh reached out and touched her once, and she was dead before she hit the floor. Because she was just a demon girl reporter, and he was the Detective Inspectre. -Night Fall

Then he does the same to Ioreth:

“Go on. Kill me. You know you want to.”
“You’re already dying,” said Hadleigh. “I can see the rot inside you. But there’s still some mercy left in me. So, go be with your demon girl-friend.”
He laid his hand on Ioreth’s head. The last of Ioreth’s life went out of him, and he slumped to the floor, to lie beside his beloved. -Night Fall

Hadleigh can locate where someone has teleported just by seeing the spot they were standing in beforehand:

“This isn’t for the family; it’s for me,” said William. “I need one last favour.”
The Pook studied him thoughtfully. “It would be the last.”
“Take me to the Lion’s Jaws,” said William.
The Pook smiled. “Why not?”
And just like that, William and the Pook were standing before the statue of a lion’s head in the Armoury, the only entrance to the Armageddon Codex.

[...]

“We should never have come here. Nothing good ever comes of taking on the Droods. But . . . I had to try. Be seeing you.”
He looked at the spot where the Librarian disappeared, found the way to where he’d gone, and went after him.
 • • •
Hadleigh appeared standing before the Lion’s Jaws, right next to William, who didn’t even jump, as though he’d been expecting him.
“Where are your brothers?” said William.
“Dead,” said Hadleigh. “Your friends killed them. And I killed your friends.” -Night Fall

Hadleigh apparently draws his power from the Courts of the Holy, and has a role similar to that of the Walking Man. As long as he protects the world while staying on the path set before him by Heaven, he is basically all-powerful. Unfortunately, he's lost his way since then:

“I am the guardian of this world!” said Hadleigh. “I have jurisdiction here!”
“What does that mean?” said William.
“It means I can do anything I decide is necessary,” said Hadleigh.
“Who decided that?” said William.
“It was decided where all the things that matter are decided,” said Hadleigh. “In the Courts of the Holy, on the Shimmering Plains. I am powerful because what I do in Heaven’s sight has Heaven’s strength.”
“But are you sure you’re still on the side of the angels?” said William. “After everything you’ve done, and everything you want to do? If you’re so very powerful, why did you need to bring your brothers with you? Why did you need Larry to take on the Black Fire? You have strayed from your path, Hadleigh, and you know it. You are not what you were.”
“Enough talking,” said Hadleigh.
“More than enough,” said William.
He put on his armour, grew a sword from his hand, and went to meet Hadleigh. The Detective Inspectre thrust out a hand and William stopped dead, as though he’d crashed into an invisible wall. And then he smashed it with one blow of his arm and moved forward again. Hadleigh surged forward and punched William in the chest. The Librarian slammed to a halt again. Slow ripples moved across the surface of his armour, which sounded like a struck gong. But the ripples quickly died away. Hadleigh grabbed hold of William’s shoulders with his killing hands.
“Die, damn you! Why won’t you die?”
“Because I was blessed by a rabbit,” said William.
He thrust his sword all the way through Hadleigh’s body. The golden blade punched out his back in a flurry of blood. Hadleigh cried out briefly, as much in surprise as anything. William jerked his blade back, and Hadleigh fell to his knees. He looked down at the blood soaking the front of his coat.
“That’s not possible . . .”
And then he fell forward and died. William looked at the bloody sword in his hand, and drew it back into his hand. It left a thick smear of blood on the glove. He looked down at Hadleigh’s body.
“You lost your way. I know what that feels like.” -Night Fall

The Salvation Army Sisterhood apparently has guns strong enough to punch right through Drood armour:

“The Salvation Army Sisterhood exists to save sinners, not slaughter them,” said Sister Josephine. “Except under extreme conditions. We’ve heard about what you’ve been doing.”
“Only what’s necessary!” said Angela.
“You murdered the rogue vicar Tamsin MacReady as she tried to argue for peace,” said Sister Josephine. “She wasn’t one of us, but we admired her courage and her faith.”
“I don’t know what happened there,” Angela said carefully. “I wasn’t at the Mammon Emporium. But I’m sure there was a good reason . . .”
“Sinners always have excuses,” said Sister Josephine. “You will make a fine example, to show your family there is a line which must never be crossed.” She stepped back and looked at the other nuns. “Kill them.”
“No!” said Angela.
The nuns opened fire. Blessed and cursed bullets tore through Drood armour, punching through golden chests and gleaming face masks, and the Droods crashed to the ground like toppled statues. Until only Angela was left. She stood trembling, wide-eyed and trying not to cry, in the middle of the carnage. She couldn’t believe it had all happened so quickly. She hadn’t even had time to put on her armour. -Night Fall

A Hand of Glory made from the hand of a martyred saint is enough to paralyze a Drood:

She jumped, startled, as Sister Josephine spoke to her. The nun was holding up a withered human hand whose fingers had been made into candles. Blue flames blossomed from the fingertips.
“A Hand of Glory,” said Sister Josephine. “Made from the severed hand of a martyred Saint. Powerful enough to hold even a Drood in place.”
Angela tried to move and found she couldn’t. She whimpered for a moment, then reminded herself she was still a Drood, and made herself face the nuns steadily. -Night Fall

The same Hand of Glory, with the right word of power, can crush someone into a mess:

“Please,” said Angela. “I’m sorry!”
“Well,” said Sister Josephine. “That’s a good start.”
She spoke a Word, and the Hand of Glory clenched like a fist and crushed the life out of Angela Drood. All her bones broke at the same moment, and blood spurted thickly. Sister Josephine looked at the human wreckage hanging on the air before her, and said another Word. The body fell to the ground, to lie with the others, and Sister Josephine said a prayer over them. Then she put the Hand of Glory away and led her sisters out into the Nightside, to look for more Droods. -Night Fall

Another statement of Jessica Sorrow being able to erase a whole location if she cuts loose:

Julien looked at her, then at the Droods. He turned away and hurried down the street, and didn’t stop until he was around the corner and half-way down the next. Because one way or another, something really bad was about to happen. He would have liked to see it, after what the Droods had done at the Hawk’s Wind, but it was never safe to be around Jessica when she really cut loose. The whole street could disappear. -Night Fall

Proof that, yes, even a weakened Jessica unbelieves attacks that come at her so that she isn't harmed:

Jessica walked unhurriedly forward to confront the Droods. She was quietly surprised they weren’t already running. The Sarjeant summoned a gun into his hand and shot her. Jessica didn’t believe the bullet would hit her, and it disappeared in mid-flight. -Night Fall

Jessica's unbelief is no longer as strong as it used to be. Which is probably why, when turned against the Droods, it rebounds off their armour and erases her instead:

She smiled easily at the Sarjeant and let loose her Unbelief on all the Droods standing before her. Her power shot down the street like a tidal wave, an unrelenting power stronger than the building-blocks of reality itself. Everything apart from the ground and the walls disappeared, dismissed by her disbelief. And then it hit the gleaming golden armour, rebounded and flew back and hit Jessica; and just like that, she was gone.
The universe didn’t believe in her any more. -Night Fall

Dead Boy tosses Conrad Drood through a stone wall:

Conrad called back to his people to come and join him. And while he was busy doing that, Dead Boy picked him up bodily and heaved him at the nearest church. Conrad sailed through the air, arms and legs waving wildly, and smashed through the wall. -Night Fall

Dead Boy avoids blows from Droods in spite of their armoured speed:

Dead Boy just shrugged and carried on fighting. He didn’t feel pain any more; in fact, he had to take some fairly heavy-duty pills in order to feel anything. He ducked and dodged most of the Droods’ blows, despite their armoured speed, because for all his bravado he wasn’t stupid, and did his best to roll with the few that landed. He heard more bones break but decided he’d worry about that later. -Night Fall

Razor Eddie not only outspeeds several Droods, but also cuts straight through them with his straight razors:

Razor Eddie produced his supernaturally sharp straight razors and went to work among the Droods. The first few just put up armoured arms to block the blows, but Razor Eddie’s blades were sharp enough to cut clean through Drood armour, and sink deep into the flesh beneath. The strange matter repaired itself almost immediately, but the wounds didn’t. Droods cried out in shock as much as pain, as blood ran inside their armour. Razor Eddie darted among the Droods with godly speed. Come and gone in a moment, he was never where they thought he was going to be, his straight razors flashing out to cut throats with grim precision. Droods crashed to the ground, making hideous sounds, bleeding out inside their armour. -Night Fall

Eddie slices a strange-matter bullet out of the air easily:

Conrad grew a gun, and shot Razor Eddie’s straight razors out of his hands. The broken pieces fell to the ground at his feet.
“You’re just a god,” said Conrad. “I’m a Drood.”
Two new blades appeared in Razor Eddie’s hands, shining unnaturally bright. He smiled coldly.
“I am the Punk God of the Straight Razor. And I have faith in myself.”
Conrad shot Razor Eddie in the face. One razor moved too quickly to follow, and two pieces of bullet fell to the ground. They rattled around for a moment, then shot back to be reabsorbed by Conrad’s armour. Some way down the Street, the other Droods moved a little closer together. -Night Fall

Eddie slashes a blast of elven magic out of the air. Then John finds the connection between the casting wand and the elves powering it, shattering that link:

Annie looked quickly back and forth between them, then stabbed the elven wand at the Punk God. One of his hands moved too quickly to follow, and his razor cut the magic out of the air before it could reach him. And while Annie was distracted by that, John raised his gift and used it to find the connection between the wand and the elves who provided its power. And then it was the easiest thing in the world for him to break the link, leaving Annie with nothing but a piece of carved bone in her hand. She felt the power go out of it and dropped the wand to the floor. -Night Fall

Annie Abattoir possesses Suzie:

She pointed a finger at Suzie and spoke a Word of Power, and all the expression dropped out of Suzie’s face as Annie’s will got inside her head and took over. Suzie put away her shotgun and drew Wulfsbane. Her movements were slow and strained as she fought against Annie’s possession and lost. She advanced slowly on Lilith and Charles, the long sword held out before her, glowing with its poisonous light.
“That sword has killed gods, in its time,” said Annie. “If you won’t give me what I want, we’ll see if it can kill a Biblical Myth.” -Night Fall

Lilith kills Annie just by willing it:

“Don’t hurt Suzie!” John shouted desperately to Lilith. “She’s not in control!”
“Of course I won’t hurt her,” said Lilith. “She’s carrying my grandchild.” She looked at Annie. “You, on the other hand . . .”
“I want my daughter!” said Annie.
“Then go and be with her,” said Lilith.
Annie’s eyes rolled up in her head, and she collapsed. Dead before she hit the platform. Lilith smiled.
“No one threatens my family. I haven’t changed that much.” -Night Fall