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"Oh my god..." Ray could only watch in horror as the massive fireball plummeted into the distance. "There... there are people on there! Gal! That was a civilian liner!"
He stood up from his position in the grass, slightly sore from a rock that had been nestling itself in his abdomen. Still, that pain was probably nothing compared to... to... Ray shook his head clear. This was the sort of thing they'd been training for. Keep calm, keep your head about you, and focus. He looked at Gal, who was busy checking his phone. No signal, he saw from over his shoulder.
Sam was jotting down the locations of falling men. Good. Anything to make the rescue easier. They were going to rescue, right?
"Gal? We're going to help, aren't we?"
Ray didn't want to hear a negative answer. There were people dying out there! The Barghest Squad had fantastic abilitiesβ not just for combat, but for everything else as well. It was only because of the war that such talented mages needed to focus on how to kill as many people as quickly as possible.
Killing people, well, that wasn't Ray's job. He was there to make sure that the killers on the team could do their job without being killed themselves. Shields, terrain manipulation, abilities to protect and save. And those abilities were needed now. But...
Would they go after the falling parachuters or head directly to the crash site? Which one would help the most?