Ronan grabbed the captured student's arm and twisted.
The bone snapped.
The boy screamed, collapsing forward as Ronan released him and shoved him aside.
He hit the dirt hard, clutching his broken arm while tears ran down his ash covered face.
Elara winced. But she didn't say anything, swallowing the protest she wanted to voice.
Not the time.
She turned to Ronan.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Reddy's faction." Ronan's voice stayed level despite the blood on his jaw. "They hit us twenty minutes after you left."
Elara's stomach dropped. "Reddy's–"
"Armani didn't come." Ronan gestured toward the burning supply tent. "Probably doesn't know about this either."
Around them, Class B students fought desperately to hold the perimeter while flames consumed half the camp.
Sapphire's runes flickered weakly, broken in too many places to stabilize.
"How bad?" Elara demanded.
