“I wield the Handschu Agreement,” Esmerelda says, scroll upheld. “We will approach the bench!”
Starr shreds it with a wave of his hand. “And if I dissent, little law-mage?”
“Cox v. Louisiana!” she shouts, and feels herself surrounded by calm blue shades: an army of the peaceful. “It takes more than you to hold us back!”
“That’s what you think,” sniggers Starr, as fire licks his palm. “Abrams v. United States!”
The shades shred to pieces, then burn to ash. Esmerelda winces behind her hastily summoned Holmes’ Dissent, watching cracks spread over its luminous surface, trying to endure the flames.