The3uma Geller sees something rising from the sand. She guns the propeller beyond safe limits and steers for the center of the obstacle.
TG: Brace for impact!
Chodhen feels the icile of failure ramming through his guts. A Geller’s guts are not his brain. He needs to make sure their healer is protecting herself. She must stop recharging by meditation. He generates an aura pulse.
Misandra Lubi is unpleasantly shocked awake. Training asserts itself. She is turning into a crystal pole. With preternaturally sharp iron rank protrusions normal rank seat belts are not built to withstand. She begins travelling on a ballistic arc.
The3uma has cancelled the lifting enchantment. The vehicle is plowing into the coarse sand under it. Sand and dust are propelled into the air. A net is rising from the ground, shedding sand. She reverses the polarity of the lift effect and hits the rudder to its maximum angle. Metal is screaming. Glas shatters. It rudely stops the vehicle short of the net. But not all of its riders. A crystal pillar ends up in the net. A shadowy figure passes through a door. Lykha cries out as her arm breaks, the thud of the vehicle hitting a rock drowning the sound.
Ambushers rise out of the sand, ritual circles hiding their auras breaking up. Arrows and bolts of force and fire rip holes into the wreck. A man-shaped missile erupts through the remnants of the windscreen.
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She senses the magic of the car shattering. She clings to the last vestiges to keep the vehicle upright, shifting the reversed vector of push to the side fighting the tilting momentum. The engine rips itself apart at being stopped with brutal suddenness. Where has that beam her head is connecting to come from?
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Chodhen rolls over the ground already clad in a conjured armour. He has taken two force bolts. The small boulder he ends up behind is offering only partial protection. His cousin rises out of his shadow and throws a ball of death at the archer shooting at them. The archer blurs and dodges.
CG: Flee.
RG: But …
CG: We cannot fight ourselves out of this. Urg …
He takes a fireball to the helmet.
CG: Shit. Somebody needs to run for help.
Roderick vanishes into the shadow.
Chodhen's aura is rudely surpressed. The culprit is bronze rank. Chodhen conjures his halberd.
His opponent is also carrying a spear. A sword is hanging from his hip. Chodhen advances feinting to the legs and going for the head. His oppent blocks. They start circling. He hears the characteristic sound of Lykha starting a whirlwind. A distraction should not be wasted. Chodhen uses his time acceleration power. That triggers the same in his opponent. A bronze ranker's use of [Eternal Moment] lasts twice as long. Chodhen once again finds something rammed into his guts. This time an absolutely solid dagger, whose bronze rank special attack was strong enough to pry opens his fauld. In addition to solidity it also brings a curse with it. His conjured hatchets of light are countered by a defensive spin of the spear. The spear hits him in the groin, where his armour features only mail. Chodhen collapses in agony. The bronze ranker takes his time.
„For my son“ he whispers.
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Lykha is dragging the dazed The3uma out of the wreck finally burning from taking enough [Fire Bolts]. Her ghost sharks keep the attackers away. To her relief the impact has torn a door off on the side that should allow the wreck to serve as cover. She is too distracted to notice the net hidden under the sand she is stepping onto.