Iron-Scale closed his hand, and the miniature cyclone instantly dissipated into a gentle breeze. Before he could fully process the power of the new emerald core spinning in his chest, footsteps pounded across the wooden planks of the pier.
Aaron sprinted toward him, his face visibly pale beneath the grime of the battle. The knight completely ignored his bandaged shoulder as he skidded to a halt, looking frantically around the docks.
"Commander!" Aaron gasped, gripping the hilt of his sheathed sword. "We need the medics out here immediately! Half the Vanguard just collapsed!"
Iron-Scale stood up slowly, surprised by how light his own body felt. The ambient wind seemed to naturally support his movements, easing the lingering ache in his fractured ribs. "Calm down, Aaron. Who collapsed?"
