"Newbie!" Cyrus shouted as the shards of the projectile came crashing down, glowing fragments scattering like fiery meteors across the plaza.
The ruined ground hissed wherever they struck, leaving molten streaks in cracked stone.
It was like the sky was erupting.
Cyrus dove to the side, cloak whipping behind him, while his brothers tumbled after in less-than-graceful rolls.
They looked like bumbling fools.
"Move! More incoming, hurry!" he barked, his voice sharp with panic.
The smoke was thick, stinging the eyes, curling in burning waves through the place.
For a moment, the Hudsons thought Lucius had been pulverized.
It would've been the fastest death of a newbie in their squad history.
Of course their newbies didn't last that long but still fastest death.
But when the haze cleared, the figure floating above them was untouched.
Lucius hovered effortlessly in the air, his black shirt crisp, not even singed.
