(rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (young glaives with crowe, salt-water-and-glaives)
@salt-water-and-glaives | Rescue |
The building was coming down, far too much damage dealt it from the battle raging inside. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, this was supposed to be a simple op for the newer recruits to get a feel for their job and their magic out in the field. They’d certainly gotten the practice...
They hadn’t planned on the contingent of MTs and Mechs where there were supposed to be only mild mannered daemons. They’d been doing well - if Crowe said so herself, and she certainly would later - with the daemons. Had them almost wiped out and were winding down to head back to the Citadel... then the Empire had rained down from above.
The old ruins they’d been eradicating daemons from had shuddered as the first mechs were dropped on top of them. Crowe was now busy convincing everyone to simply clear the building, as it was falling. It looked like everyone was accounted for... however, there was still gunfire from inside, which meant the Empire was shooting at a Glaive, as there weren’t any daemons left anymore.
With a frustrated sigh Crowe warped through a nearby window, aiming herself as close to the shooting as possible. And there she was, next to the only remaining support beam in the building, with MTs and a mech raining ammo against her shield.
“Kayden!” Crowe fired off several fireballs at the Empire soldiers and warped to Kayden’s side, “Are you hurt? The building’s falling, come on!”
She sent sheets of ice at the mech and MTs then grabbed Kayden around the waste and tossed her knife back out the window, sending them both after it. Crowe ate dirt, but they’d cleared the building moments before it fell, she crawled to her knees and looked over at the blonde. “So, are you hurt?”
