Mistress Lorelai had given a harsh assessment, but, as I glanced over my shoulder and saw the ongoing chaos behind me, I knew that our dökkálfar instructor was probably right. No one else would make it to the rear gate because the path to get here was already blocked by a horde of monsters that was slowly making its way to us.
"Burn it all down," she ordered.
"Aye, mum," Lieutenant Doyle saluted her.
He raised a flare gun upward and then pulled its trigger. Then, moments after a four-leaf clover flashed in the night sky, a second and then a third clover appeared to illuminate the heavens. These other signals had come from deep within the base camp.
"There are still LEPRCON agents in there," I realized.
"Aye, laddie," Lieutenant Doyle gave me a grim expression, "so, we best make sure they don't die in vain."
"Let's go, novices," Mistress Lorelai ordered. "We'll mourn our dead later and sing praises to the valkyries. For now, this funeral pyre will have to do."
