Quinlan and his allies came through the broken apex like a thrown spear, and the courtyard met them.
A dwarven heavy-line had formed across the inner gates inside two breaths of the dome's failure, shieldwall packed two ranks deep with halberds angled to catch a falling figure clean through the boot. Behind it, a rune-cannon crew was spinning up something improvised on a barrel still warm from the volley that had not landed.
Quinlan slowed his fall and the rest of them slowed with his gale. He hung above the courtyard with [Soul Reaper] in a slow black orbit at his shoulder while the rune-glass shards settled into the dirt around the dwarven line, and pulsed [Master's Link] open.
That was all Quinlan said.
