Rest and Recovery... and Running

[King Axorn]

Axorn got up, coughing on the smoke and debris before ducking behind some crates in the corner of the room. I guess we're fighting after all. he mused. Axorn composed himself before peeking over the box and assessing the situation. His friends were trapped. One stuck under a pile of blown up rock, and the other trying to take off his burning cloak. Through the smoke Axorn spotted the small, precise movements of the three soldiers crawling across the ground; still a long ways off. I need to get Triest out of there quick. He's the most viable target out of the three of us right now. he thought worriedly. "Erik!" Axorn said quietly and abruptly before motioning to Triest. "Help me get him out." Erik nodded, pulled off his cloak and snuck over, his mind actively concentrating on the other minds around him, and began focusing his telekinesis, lifting a few large rocks off of Triest. Axorn slid over the boxes and raced over, picking up enough rubble so that Triest was finally able to dig himself out. "Find cover." Axorn said. Axorn turned away, dropping the stones, and dove behind the boxes just as Triest and Erik did the same in different areas of the first floor of the compound. All the while, Boss, Fixer and Scorch continued to crawl their way towards the group, and had now found cover behind some support pillars. Axorn attempted to peek over the boxes to measure their progress and was met with gunfire grazing past his head. Axorn quickly pulled his head back down. We need to seperate them somehow. Otherwise I don't think we'll be able to escape with our lives. he thought. Axorn pointed his sword behind him, towards the ceiling and fired, causing the crystal projectile to hit the roof, bounce off at an angle and land near the three soldiers with a clattering on the ground. I hope that worked. Axorn thought, risking another glance over the box. The special operations agents had been distracted for a fleeting moment allowing Axorn to get a clear picture of his environment. Triest was in a pile of crates on the right side of the room, and Erik was behind a support beam on his left. Just as the trio was turning back towards him, he pulled up his sword, aimed and fired, hoping his plan would work. The crystal gleamed as it wooshed through the air and implanted itself in the right one's shoulder armor. Perfect. he thought. This action was met by another exchange of fire from his comrades, forcing Axorn to duck back behind the crates before he was inflicted with a serious injury. Axorn leaned back against the crates, smirked knowing that he had hopefully put his plan into action and closed his eyes, concentrating on the mental image of the crystal bursting into flames.