Trent gripped his pistols in a white knuckle hold as he moved away from the others along the wreckage. Burning contents blocked his path in, trees burning at his back and Trent itched to call upon the Mist to put out the fires. All of them. Galahad would have his hide, but the steady sound of a war gong played from the sky, pulsing into his bones and making his teeth chatter. He didn't need to look up to know that something was up there, probably watching their every move, waiting to see if they would be a threat. Another pulse of tone hit Trent and he shook his head. Walking back the way he had come, he started to pull moister from the air and dousing the forest fires little by little.

It was easy enough, minor control for something like this, less taxing on his body to keep himself from burning out. He walked along, dousing the heavy fires and letting some of the minor fires go to keep as a pathway of sorts. He ignored the flames on the aircraft, lest whatever was making the gong noise in the sky notice something odd and do something to reignite it. Again Trent shook his head when Setzer did what he could with the Mist connecting them all together along with the beads Galahad had given them. He kept up his dousing of the flames and listened with half and ear.

It was getting louder now, the notes from the Mist, with more of it leaking out and from what he was probably adding to it, he continued onward and watched as Zimmy vanished from sight and did what she did best. Part of him felt bad for the young woman. She had been excited for most of their class to come to this gathering, he was gratefully it wasn't so. He shrugged as Lee's words came to him as if the other could see his action.

"Who knows," he muttered. He watched Daryll with worried eyes for a moment, it seemed he wasn't the only one on edge here.

[i]“We got a live one here guys.”[/i]

[i]"I suggest you get the fuck back."[/i]

He chuckled at the others comments but kept silent himself. So far, everything was going alright and then he heard Gideon's voice calling about a frag out. None of them even had grenades on their person, there was no possible way the Prince would do something like that. His power with the Mist wasn't strong enough to even make a Magical Bomb like that. Hell, even thinking of doing that in these conditions would cause one hell of a blast.

He had to bite down on his forefinger to stop the giggles that escaped his lips. Per WARDEN Field Manual, Section 5-52, use of a rock in high density Mist areas was seen as an acceptable protocol to... He cut off that train of thought with more chuckles.

"5-52..." he laughed harder and made sure it wasn't too loud lest he give away what Gideon had done. Putting one gun into his front pocket after checking to make sure the safety was on, he fully turned to look into the sky when he heard the War Gong again. He couldn't see it, but he could hear the Mist whatever was up there was using. His eyes stayed glued up there, free hands making weird gestures waiting for whatever it was to make a move. He'd be ready to make his own against it to defend his classmates.