Desrosa

Far in the distance the group of four wary teens lay on the ground exhausted from the brief but deadly fight. Arc remained unconscious without any signs of waking up while Darick was hugging the ground happy to be stationary.

"What was with those people, their power was well above anything I'd ever fought and those were casuals without innate abilities" Gara couldn't help but exclaim hastily inhaling her cigarette.

Tral sighed "That mage had much better control over magic than Major Tomson, she had mixed at least three types of magics fluidly into an amplification hexagram.. if it wasn't for whatever Arc did to her than we would probably be out cold in one of those buses right now."

They all look sadly at the unconscious Arc hoping for him to wake up at any moment, Tral even tried waving some espresso under his nose.