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Edward glanced towards the Outlander hovercraft where the demons-minor had been stationed to create the velocisphere. They were conspicuously absent.

Oh, and the dim light from the hoerpods was missing.

And the craft was flat against the ground.

And there was a lot of blood.

Oh man, that was a lot of blood.

What the hell had happened there?

Ty accompanied Isaac curiously. That was a lot of blood. It didn't smell pleasant. "So... Sai's okay, right? Man, that's such a cool name," he trailed off absently, sniffing for any concept of what might have happened to the transport. "Were we just hoodwinked?"

Anton Liu Jiar, the Outlander leader, was notably absent, as were Dremmeur Sai and Camille Erikson, the leader of the Coven detachment.

A huge burst of red, white, and yellow lights from behind the enormous crashed ship gave a pretty good indication of where they were. The assembled soldiers of both sides began to circle around the crashed hovercraft.

And it disintegrated in a burst of light.

Whoa.

Standing beside it was a Desert Raider with a brightly glowing hand; the smell of burnt metal reached the noses of the Coven and Confederation troops. Some distance away, Sai and Liu Jiar were taking shelter behind Captain Erikson, who was funneling enormous quantities of power into a shield of light.

The Desert Raider thrust his hand into the ground and a ripple emanated from the point of impact.

"Below!" Sai shouted, grabbing Liu Jiar and Camille by their shirts and jumping as a metallic spike emerged from the ground. As the spike continued upwards, Sai jumped off the side of it, setting Anton and Camille down as he landed softly on the dirt.

Even though Cassandra's magazine was full when she first spotted the opposing force, she suddenly found that it was no longer so. The entire magazine had been emptied at the fresh aggressor as she began moving back.

Cassandra didn't even know she could reload that fast. The fresh magazine was almost in the rifle before the empty one hit the ground, and as soon as it was, Cassandra had a decision to make. Run the ******** away or stand her ground. Was she a mouse or a woman? The answer was pretty clear, but she had to do something here.

She turned back to the enemy, firing a few more rounds into person. Please let it drop. She knew it wasn't happening.

Cassandra found voice suddenly and shockingly. "None of those individuals are - are present," she slipped out quickly. She continued backing up. "All of those named have already departed, heading Northward." Hopefully he really didn't know. Why he would ask them was beyond Cassandra. She tried checking him out with her third eye.

Yarah followed Tanto, matching his step. If he could, he'd try not to fight - the medic was not meant to fight unless forced to. Otherwise, his position was strictly to heal. I imagine that we shall soon be needing medical attention.

Tanto was at a near enough range that he gathered his focus and sent a pulse of chaos at 213, holding firmly in his mind the image of a kitten. Kitten kitten kitten.

Isaac licked his lips nervously as he realized that fighting was pretty much inevitable at this point.

"Mission parameters do not allow the destruction or impairment of Subject 213," the man declared as he sidestepped the chaos bolt.

As Cassandra's third eye activated, she saw Subject 213, glowing dimly, with powerful currents of magic pulsing in his veins, veritably pouring from his eyes, ears, and mouth.