Indistinguishable chatter echoed in the distance.
"...Wake the hell up, kid! I don't have time here..."
"Huh..?"
Damian was rudely awakened from his sleep by someone grabbing his collar and lifting him completely out of bed. As his eyes fully opened and his vision cleared, he realized he was flying at full speed, hundreds of meters above snow-covered tents and patches of ground. The wind slapping his face with a vengeance.
"What in the hell..?" Damian screamed, trying to look around. He saw the commander holding him by the collar of his shirt, with two large glowing green runic circles, patterned with black, covering her front and back.
"A flying spell...?" Damian muttered in surprise, but the wind carried his words away.
'Moondancer is at the other end of the blockage, breaking it down as we speak...'
Damian had guessed as much, which was why he didn't question her.
'Do you have my bracers..?'
