Karl had turned away from the scene for the last few minutes, having retrieved his dart launcher and cleaned some corrosion from its mechanisms. Then he heard a shout, loud enough to be understood even from the deck of the Caelin’s Hand.
He whipped around, raising his launcher, automatically priming it to fire. He saw a quick movement on the shore: a soldier, wearing a disheveled uniform, dashing away from the group. Even as he pulled the trigger, he saw Alexis’ hands flare with an orange glow as she launched a blast of flame at the escapee.
“This’ll be a good fight,” he muttered.