*INCOMING! YOU'RE ABOUT TO BE UNDER ATTACK! AMBUSH! PREPARE! PREPARE!*Karla's alarm blared through the head of anyone with even the slightest hint of psychic ability. She'd deliberately shielded the landens from her warcry, but anyone else was fair game. She'd used a communication open to all the Blood--who cared if the other side heard her, so
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The psychic scream in his head left him reeling, which, in turn had the group of landens that he was training staring at him in confusion.
They hadn't heard, he realized. They couldn't hear. The psychic touch of the Blood would kill the lot of them, if they had. But already, there was chaos, scrambling and yelling and people frantically trying to get to their weapons.
He straightened up, looked at his group, and cleared his throat.
"Put on your armour, lads. And be calm about it. We're about to have company."
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Once she'd braced herself, and order began to replace the panic, she closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself. She'd been dreading this moment.
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He braced his feet in the ground and, grabbing at the first shape that crossed his mind, he sent a hard-light construct up to block at least a little more of the volley. The people who had been standing directly underneath it could thank Raven for the save too, if they wanted. The glowing blue wings that wrapped around the flaming arrows, crushing them and snuffing the flames before sending the broken projectiles falling to the ground, did look very suspiciously like the wings of the great black bird that was a manifestation of Raven's soul.
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