As soon as Hale started to move, the four other members started to panic. "Guy's fast." Flint mumbled. They didn't stop firing, but when they saw the grenades land into the base and at the sides, they tried to back up. Kol was the first to get onto the stairway leading up to the tower. Drake had gotten close, but he hadn't been quick enough. Having one of his arms completely blown off, while the other two had died from it. Kol quickly rushed to the side of the screaming soldier and sighed, putting pressure on the wound and making a makeshift bandage from clothing. 

The building shook as the grenades from atop the tower exploded and a coughing, bleeding Glacia collapsed at the bottom of the stairway. Kol chuckled, looking over what remained. [I] That guy's a bastard and so are grenades. [/I] he thought, propping up a groaning Drake on a wall and going to check on Glacia. "Everything's a pain in the ass today..." he mumbled, slightly pissed off.