I dropped from the balcony.
The fall was maybe fifteen feet, but I stuck the landing like I'd planned it that way. Water exploded around my boots. Black ichor from the Angler's severed arm splashed against my tactical suit.
I didn't look at the monster.
I looked at my team.
"Natalia! Emi! Soomin!" My voice cracked through the chaos like a whip. "Get the trash out of the splash zone! Everyone else, on me!"
Natalia was already moving before I finished the sentence. Her eyes glowed with telekinetic power as she reached out toward the cowering Sentinels. Julian had pressed himself so far against a pillar he'd practically become part of the architecture. Aaron was unconscious, his expensive armor crumpled around him like tin foil.
She grabbed them both.
Not gently.
