[b][i]Ashton Andrews, the Chosen of Stories and Flame Brooks, Operator[/i][/b]

Ashton grit his teeth at the apperance of overwhelming forces, but a plan was forming in his mind as he said, "All right, everyone - Hold them off! Hold the enemy army off - I have a plan!"

Quite a big thing for a kid to ask, even if said kid had great power and responsibility. But Ashton's voice was sure as he began gathering the Rune energy he was generating, [i]willing[/i] himself to muster enough for what he wanted to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he can already see Flame in a defensive posture, parrying a blow from an enemy with his own weapon. This firmed up the boy's courage as he made his move.

A stomp of his foot, and two support columns of stone and earth rose up from the floor, reaching the ceiling to brace it for what Ashton was going to do next - Blast a hole through said ceiling in order to get up and evacuate the prisoners to a higher floor.

Another few moments to breathe; another few moments to generate more Rune. Then, concentrating on his control of the 'Earth' Element, Ashton thrust his hand up at the ceiling, and the stone - if things went well - split apart and broke away. Hopefully, this would form a small tunnel that would lead to another floor of the building where the group can then flee to and get their bearings.

"Winged lady!" Ashton shouted, "You and I and the older redhead can lift us up through the tunnel I made through the cieling - Assuming I managed to carve out a tunnel!"

He then looked at where Flame was with the others, who were no doubt being pressed back by the literal army of Kazzok soldiers. Glaring at the golden-armored commander, a commander who was truly of flesh and blood, Ashton waited for the others to follow his instructions and retreat towards the hole he had made above - assuming that the castle didn't have the ability to magically regenerate rock or was magically stronger than it looked.