Motes of ice are caught up in a sudden gust of wind that rustles through the abandoned district, blowing the remains of the Void and other small debris across the empty street. 

The blonde-haired girl that arrived with Aoife turns her attention to the four that had begun the fight, flashing a toothy smile before she introduces herself: “Noel Nilsson, here to save the day. Glad we could help you out, right?” She reaches a hand out to clasp Aoife’s shoulder briefly, giving it a hearty shake before her gaze turns to the other girls once again.

“Hey, you don’t look so good.” The lightning Ars Magi turns to Chie, long strides bringing her toward the injured girl. “You need help getting back? I can give you a hand.”  

Earpieces buzz as operators begin to coordinate again, instructing the candidates to return with Aoife and Noel to their tower. There’s a few injured operators who require assistance to do so, but soon the trek begins to the rendezvous point. There’s time to talk along the way, and the going is slow enough that it isn’t strenuous on the wounded.