After helping Daelin back on board, Zay rushed over to where he saw Pyra get launched. With his hands he swept away smoke, thinning it quickly as he made his way to the Caravan's ledge. There he saw Pyra hanging, just barely. He reached down quickly and yanked the Eldi up with as much care as possible, until he was back on top of the cart. His hand felt cold, like metal, and smooth like glass. 

	Zay turned towards Daelin's voice, just barely able to make out was he was saying through a sharp ringing in his ears. Marilyn took that head-on? What did the mean about the Venbu? He could barely see more than a few yards in any direction. The smoke and the darkness combined was too much. "We need a head count, and we need [i]light,[/i]" Zay declared, "Get inside the cart and make sure everyone is ok. Noru is priority. If we lose him, our injuries might as well be a death sentence." He knelt by Pyra and looked him over. "[b]Pyra.[/b] Can you walk?"

	Outside of the powdery cloud, the Myti were on the move already. The two Myti in the trees aimed carefully into the smoke, judging where to aim [i]carefully[/i] from the alien smells that hid within the explosive aftermath. One fired something into the powder a moment after Zay leaned down, a single iron-tipped arrow. The other held a different type of arrow carefully, waiting patiently in case his aid was needed. They weren't about to waste supplies where they weren't needed.

	Zay lurched forwards only slightly as the arrow hit him, but the sound was not likened to that of tearing flesh. As it hit his bare upper body, it sounded like the arrow had [i]ricocheted[/i] off of [i]metal.[/i] Zay turned towards where he felt the arrow come from and raised a hand, firing a flurry of silver spikes in the direction of the archers. All of them failed to hit anything, succeeding only in impaling the trees where the two assassins once stood. They moved and began to take aim again.

	[sub][i]"What did you hit?"[/i] 

	[i]"I don't know, armor? I thought he was bare-chested!"[/i][/sub]

	"Daelin, quick! Indoors! I'll be fine!" Zay shouted.

	From the foot of the caravan, the two Myti that once hit in the trench climbed up and quickly positioned themselves outside of the pilot's seat. It seemed that Marilyn was missing, something that both of the cat-women noticed long before anyone else. Was she flung off of the cart in the explosion?

	From above, Sasha looked down and waited patiently. Without the use of her Psy stone, she grabbed the shoulders of her two partners and spoke to them telepathically.

	[i]"Our archers have not made contact, wait 5 seconds and then drop."[/i] She let go of them and engaged her gauntlets, using them to climb along the underside of the giant rock like a [i]spider,[/i] stopping just above the Caravan. The other two Myti approached the edge, and stood quietly for their chance to follow up.

	Neale Geroldus was [i]awake[/i] now, but had bruised his shoulder after his unfortunate collision. "What the hell is going on?" He wheezed, falling forward onto one knee. Despite his injuries from earlier, the Captain didn't sustain any significant injuries from his rude awakening. The Captain looked over to where Flin had landed in front of him, and moved towards the man while keeping low. Then he noticed Lyullia on the other side of the small table, completely unconscious. "No..." He gasped, "No, this is just like before! Boy, boy!" Neale took hold of Flin's arm and tried to shake him, "Are you conscious?"