"At your trial!"
The bandit vanished, leaving his weapons behind- since he obviously couldn't bring them to court, of course. Lucy was certain the judge would frown on banditry during wartime.
The other bandits shouted in a panic, searching for Lucy, as she continued zapping them off to the bench one by one until none remained outside. Then she dusted off her dress and took a deep breath. That was a large part of the threat gone.
A note fell on top of Lucy- and she promptly scrambled out from under what was as big to her as the massive banner of a royal castle. She read aloud, "A clever plan, but there's one more complication. Beware the bane of Fairy-kind."
Lucy knew that, of course: cold iron, which kept fairies out of a dwelling. And sure enough, the inn's sign was made of the stuff. She couldn't simply fly in... But she wasn't sure she could handle the King of Rogues and the two bandits still with him. What to do...
