Annie skidded to a stop herself, looking on with wide eyes as Winter and Kari transformed. Part of what made her stop was being in awe of the display of actual, real magic in front of her. Part of it was a strange, nagging sense of familiarity.

The third was the same sensation that had been making her run a moment before - the certainty of defeat. If she ran away now, she'd be abandoning Winter and Kari to their fates.

So, for the moment, she was rooted to the spot, trapped between fear of death and fear of betraying her friends.