All mines had been triggered. They were out of grenades. Running low
on ammo.
Callista reloaded her rifle, calling down her ranks
to her brevet. “Status report.”
“SNAFU, boss.”
Scarmaker grunted. “Down to my last refuel on Blastie.” He
referred to his charrzooka.
Callista eyed the last keg of
fuel and turned to Blazemaker, a charr with some talents in guardian
magics. “Can you cast a shield of sanctuary if we implement PhoenixII?”
Blazemaker blinked. “Aye. Magic's 'gainst
Centurion's orders, ain't it?”
Callista ducked and fired
into the risen waves before replying. “It is.”
Blazemaker
grinned. “Let's FUBAR these risen.”
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