Garrika hit the roof of the train with both boots.
The impact ran through her legs, but she bent with it and kept her balance. Snow whipped across the metal around her, carried by wind strong enough to shove most people sideways. The train stretched beneath her like a wounded beast, long and dark under the storm, with emergency lights pulsing through the white haze.
Meka landed ahead of her without a sound, already crouched near one of the roof access panels.
Behind them, Eldric descended along a pale line of mana that had drawn itself through the storm. He touched the roof with the calm of someone stepping into a quiet room rather than onto a damaged train in the middle of a terrorist attack.
Narak came down heavier, boots grinding against the metal. He looked toward the cargo section and immediately cursed.
