Hearing Zimmy and Daryll work in tandem made Trent's ears ring. He'd admit, even when he was paired off against them he had been listening to their powers meld behind the thrum of the Crystal's song that they had wiped him out before he had even gotten a spell out. Having the instructor rip into him and Trent blaming his lack of will as a fluke and stage fright had gotten him a lot more physical work then he would have liked to deal with. The only plus was getting Daryll's help with studying afterwards.

As they landed he tuned back into what was falling from the sky, and his eyes locked onto the ship. Before he could call out his idea of bringing the damned thing down Setzer's usual voice was matter-of-fact. 

[i]“Here’s the gameplan. Shortest route to the truck is through the thick of these mechanical shits. We punch a hole and run like hell. Hopefully before that big old cruiser points its guns at us.”[/i]

Trent sighed and shook his head as he did a fast head count. In all this Mist Mess, he couldn't do anything, usually in the back to take out targets with high leveled magics was what he did best. In this, he was utterly useless. His pistols may as well be pea-shooters.  Checking the one in his left hand, he couldn't help but sigh in disgust. They needed cleaned, he forgot, that guns in the Mist Pockets made them useless until cleaned and cleansed.

Chuckling as the princess hit Setzer a few times, he let his laughter drop, made sure both pistols were on safety and starting pulling the Mist little strands at a time. Yeah he would be worthless until they got out of this cluster of unfortunate surrounds. 

When Setzer took off at a run, Trent slide down the craters edge and went sprinting after the big guy. Human. Meat. Shield. He'd buy the big guy  a drink after this was all said and done. He'd buy him another drink for all the times the big man decided the [i]nerd[/i] needed sunlight or he'd be so pale he'd vanish. Trent grinned as they ran, even if he fell back a bit.

With the Mist thinning out to it's slightly more then usual mess, Trent came to a stop and turned on his heel.

"You lot keep going," Trent grinned. It wasn't his normal 'everything will be okay, just tell me what's been happening' smile. "We have guest and my mother did tell me how to treat those un-invited to a party."

He didn't wait for them to argue, but took off into some of the woods drawing a handful of the mechanical beasts with him. Take down the easy prey, well Trent wasn't easy prey at all. A glass cannon maybe, but easy prey he was not.

A note played out in his head, tree roots shooting up to grab at mechincal limbs, blasted away by whatever arm cannons. Another note had shards of ice forming and bouncing off metalic skin. Two more notes and then more and Trent brought his hands up  as if conducting an orchestra.

"You lot better be getting to that truck," Trent snapped as he dodged a grabby arm. "Some of these bastards have grabby hands!"

Bringing both hands down, he grinned as gravity intensified slowing the overly large robots down, summoning large icicles around him he grinned and couldn't help but banter to the unresponsive metal heaps, "See, most mages like fire, I like colder spells, the lack of warmth is rather amusing when they expect their lives to end in a moment."

Pulling his arm back as if it were a catapult, he swung it foward with all his might, two went down with ice spearing their mechnical chests, one was frozen in place, the other two droids seemed the least affected by the spell. Taking an arm cannon blast to the chest and having the gravity spell splinter like broken glass as the wind was knocked out of Trent's lungs.

"Oi," Trent coughed. "Not fair..." Said Trent on the ground melted away, the real Trent took off running from where he was using his magic towards the truck. He was panting and covered in sweat, his limbs felt like they were burning from the exsertion of the Mist and the physical workout.


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Breaking out of the woods near the Truck, Trent slamming into it and hugged the thing as best he could, "Oh I missed you, did you miss me!? I don't care if it's a horrible cluck of metal at least you aren't shooting at me..."

Trent turned and watched as Setzer went after his prey and grinned, his eyes though went back to the ship.

"Galahad," Trent panted out. "The ship, even if we take off... Think you can help me summon up a storm to cover our tracks?"