27.5 Fighting Retreat

*FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH!*

Moving across the library with speed and purpose, each bookshelf that I stopped for even a split-second was instantly incinerated as I flew from cover to cover, my mind still whirring about what the hell I could even do to salvage this situation.

The Primzahl's a ranged specialist; a walking artillery the likes of which I hadn't seen so far within the Empire's ranks. It would've been great if he was limited to ranged attacks, but he also had some modicum of melee options that would make it hard to approach him. Looking at my unconscious allies, their locations were far from convenient as they were situated only a few meters away from the pompous git. I already knew that we were fvcked six ways to Sunday if we kept this up, but fvck! Was I going to have to mount a rescue from this abysmal of a situation?