Jericho registered the sound of the Gatling turrets turning into position to fire as he moved to counter attack the lieutenant. [i]Ah hell...[/i] As if to reassert the direness of the situation, the instructor drew a flare gun and fired the single red flare high into the air as the Galbadians retreated. "Time to get the hell out!" Grabbing the wounded red head from his position on the floor, Jericho sprints for the edge of the tower, recasting Haste on himself. "Hang on!" Leaping off the edge and letting the boy go for just the briefest of moments, he turns and charges a bolt of ice magic in his left hand. "Blizzara!" The spell slammed into the control panel directly in front of it, deep freezing the circuits and shorting them out beyond usefulness. On top of that, it shut down the beam of light being sent out, and caused Jericho to smile.

[i]That should throw a nice wrench in their plan.[/i] Turning around again, he catches the red haired boy and casts Float, slowing down their momentum for a softer landing. Upon reaching it, he sprints away from the tower as fast as he can, throwing the boy over his shoulder and handing him the one pistol Jericho kept on his person. "Fire at any one chasing us!" He was fairly confident that there wouldn't be any Galbadian mad enough to give chase, but he wasn't one to take chances. He stayed close to the instructor, making sure to follow him. After all, Jericho had no idea where their evac point was, and for him, the beach was a long ways away.