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Every piece of glass in Panem seemed to flicker.

Lancelot froze by the shop window. "Percival! Look!"
"Little busy!" he yelled. He shot a few more rounds at the Peacekeepers that were fanning out across the street before ducking behind the smoking remains of an armored truck. Apparently they hadn't magic proofed it. Merlin had left a few little bottle tricks behind.
And now it looked like he'd started on some more.
Arthur appeared in the glass. "People of Panem, this is Arthur Pendragon."
"Arthur," Elyan breathed.
"He's alive!" Tears trembled at the edge of Gwen's eyes.
Not that that stopped her from getting off a head shot at the Peacekeeper trying to sneak down an alley to their left.
Lancelot sighed. Gwen was quite a woman.

"Some of you are already fighting."
"Noticed!" Elizabeth yelled. The trigger on her blaster had clicked empty. She smashed it into a Peacekeeper's face and snatched their's up.
"What?" Will shouted back.
She dived under a fallen spar of wood to avoid a Peacekeeper's blast. "Nothing!"
Four was fighting. But Four was losing. Two ships were already burning. The Flying Dutchman and the Queen Anne's Revenge were doing all right - Elizabeth wasn't sure it was even possible to sink them - but the Interceptor and the Empress simply weren't up to the strain. They would lose the Interceptor soon.
Elizabeth gritted her teeth and vaulted over the beam just in time to see the blaster be knocked out of Will's hand.
"Will!" She shot the Peacekeeper. The blast bounced off the body armor, but at least she had his attention. Will grabbed a loose timber and hit the man upside the head with it. He collapsed to the deck.
Elizabeth tossed Will her blaster and drew her sword. Will hadn't been able to smuggle his out of the Capital.
More soldiers were swinging over the sides. She ran over, sword slashing through lines. She whirled and found herself face to face with Norrington.
"Elizabeth," he said, plainly shocked. "What are you doing here?"
She slashed through another line. A Peacekeeper fell screaming into the harbor. See how his body armor helped him there. "The right thing."
"You can't win."
The cannons on the Dutchman boomed at the Empress. It must have been taken.
"Not really the point!" she yelled over the cannon fire. She ducked through the broken glass that had once fronted a cabin. Each fragment glittered with Arthur Pendragon's face.

"Others, like me, are preparing to."
The training at Stark's manor had halted. All eyes were on the shimmering glass.
"What kind of technology is that?" Stark breathed.
"All around the country, blood is being spilled for your freedom. Are you going to stand by and watch? Or are you going to join us?"
Bucky groaned.
But his hand was already reaching for his gun.

"I know the fight seems hopeless,"
Fire rained down on District 12. The orphanage was burning.
"Good riddance," Sherlock muttered.
John had gone pale.
"What?"
John was already running.
It wasn't empty.
"Moriarty," Sherlock spat with feeling. He wasn't sure what it meant, but it made it made him feel a bit better.
Then he ran after John.

"But you are not alone. Together, we can overcome them."
Spells and blaster shots mingled around the hover port at Nine. More than one Peacekeeper had been put out of commission before the fight even began, courtesy of the Weasley twin's creative cooking.
Hermione was a tornado. She and Ron fought side by side. She blasted, and he threw up shields as necessary. It worked.
Ginny couldn't see most of the others. What had begun as a charge had quickly turned into a riot. Although judging by the alternating screams and squeaking noises, her brothers were somewhere to her left.
At the spearhead of the assault was Bellatrix Lestrange, oddly beautiful in the red glare of the flashing spells. She laughed as she fought, whirling in a mad dance of twisting spells.
"You are not alone," the voice said again.
They didn't fight alone. They shouldn't act like they were.
"Sonorus," she muttered.
"Wronskei!" she shouted over the hubbub.
Everyone in the DA knew what that meant.

"Please. Join us."
Emmett didn't really need all that much convincing.
"Emmett, no," Rosalie said.
"Why not?" he whined.
Rose opened her mouth to answer but paused. She realized, for the first time in nearly a century, that she didn't have a good answer for that. The strange terror that had filled her every time she thought of fighting was almost gone now.
She sighed. She was so going to get her hair messed up.

The Rangers were another group that didn't need much encouragement. Horace stood at the head of the new recruits. The Peacekeeper headquarters were right around the corner.
"Charge!" he yelled.
On the opposite side of the square, Gilan prepared to do the same.
"This is unnatural," he muttered. Rangers preparing to charge?
Tug wasn't interested in Gilan's military philosophy. With Will gone, he'd been left riderless.
So he went ahead and charged on his own.
"Oh, for crying out - Charge!"

Six was more hesitant. But surely only strong magic could have projected such a message. Slowly, people crept out of their houses.
Charming and Snow stood ready to rally them. Behind them stood eight dwarves.
"Let's do this."

Anna grabbed a frying pan at the first mention of the word "fight". She took an experimental swing to get the feel of it.
She did. So did Kristoff.
"Sorry," she squeaked.
Kristoff eased it out of her hands. "Let's get you someone a little less dangerous, all right?"

Never underestimate a dwarf.
Or the Rohirrim.
Or the men of Gondor.
Or elves.
Or Hobbits.
Or Radagast, for that matter.
Aragorn had to concede that his original plans for the battle had been smashed to smithereens by the arrival of Radagast's rabbit led army, and he didn't pretend to understand how the hobbits had gotten their hands on so much mithril, much less keep it hidden from the dwarves for so long without even understanding its true value, but at this point, he didn't much care. Whether with axe, bow, or Isildur's blade, this day, they fought.

"Fight."
The idea hadn't really occurred to District 2 until just now. How would they even go about it?
Then again, there was still a little bit of stardust left . . .

Han had heard rumors that the Jedi Council was thinking about joining the fight.
Han didn't have much patience for politics.
He punched in the code. "You ready, Chewy?"
RAWR!
"Good. Then let's go."
The Millennium Falcon took off.
Half a continent away, LEP ships did the same.

"Good speech. And I didn't even write it for you!"
"You didn't write all my speeches."
"You're right. There was that one time I was sick . . . "
Arthur punched him in the arm.
Gwaine's voice interrupted what promised to be an excellent argument. "Gentlemen - Ladies - we land in 10 minutes."
The craft jolted.
"Scratch that. We crash in two."