God, everything is shot to tell, and Sonia can't quite calm the panic in her chest. She's hardly ever been in the heat of a battle zone, always kept so carefully away from it -- by her armsman if not by her sister and Piotr. But she couldn't get any closer to it than this.

Two of Piotr's armsmen are already dead, and Gavalas had fallen right before her eyes -- stunner fire, thank God, she might have crumpled right there if he'd been killed -- she makes an abortive attempt at grabbing the nerve disrupter from Gavalas's stunned hands, but the Cetagandan soldiers are bearing down on her, as is one of their outsiders, a terrifying-looking woman who looks every bit as ruthless as the rest of them. More, maybe. Sonia stumbles back until she breaks into a blind run, trying to find cover, to hide, something.

Her lungs burn from the combination of smoke in the air and sheer panic as she runs, hoping to outpace that woman, but Miles is close by, he's right there --

"Miles!"