Her tail went into propeller mode for a beat before she vanished into the stairwell.
[The Crimson Reservoir of the Sangomar Line: 387 / 1000 liters.]
...
The fortress fell in tiers.
Quinlan's line moved through it the way a flood moves through a house with the doors open.
[The Crimson Reservoir of the Sangomar Line: 451 / 1000 liters.]
...
The forge hall on the third level was the only fight that asked for time.
"No! He's here!"
"Guards, do your job!"
"Yes, sir!"
Four ranks of elite guard in the heaviest plate the place could produce, anchored by the master smith and three rune-engineers who had decided that if the gate had failed, if the dome had failed, if the captain had failed, they could at least die with their tools in their hands.
He obliged the elite guard but not the men in aprons.
[The Crimson Reservoir of the Sangomar Line: 614 / 1000 liters.]
