'We've been separated from our goal,' Clara thought with a deepening frown as she hid within a long, stretching shadow. Their original mission had been clear and straightforward: protect the carriage, maintain formation, and prevent any enemy from reaching the goods inside. Yet now, they had been forced away, dragged, pushed, and scattered, far from the very carriage they had been hired to protect.
'I hope the captain is okay… I hope he can protect it long enough,' she thought, anxiety threading through her mind like creeping frost. From the shadow she occupied, the darkness suddenly lit up with an incoming fireball that tore through the air with a vicious hiss before detonating against the shadow in a fiery eruption.
