BOOM!
A figure wrapped in thick smoke crashed heavily onto the rocky ground.
Dust billowed outward as loose stones bounced down the slope, disappearing into the already damaged mountain path.
"I guess that's as far as the Young Lord of Ashenlocke goes."
Arelo laughed loudly, unable to hide the satisfaction in his voice.
The RPG-2 rested comfortably on his shoulder for a brief moment before he lowered it and handed it to one of the nearby students. Another member immediately stepped forward with fresh ammunition, and the two quickly began reloading the launcher with practiced movements.
Grant also lowered his own RPG to be loaded as well, but his eyes never left the cloud of smoke.
"Grace."
"I know."
Grace answered before he could continue.
Her expression remained calm, but her eyes never relaxed.
"Everyone."
She raised her voice just enough for every member to hear.
"Maintain the formation."
No one questioned her.
