Hamed was also helping the two by dealing with the loose ends that escape the two's attacks, since he couldn't grasp his ability that well yet. He was only able to deal with small fries.
Rodney, Carlisle, and the rest were waiting in the cars, dreading their uselessness.
Dimitri formed a mental shield dome from above, just in case. His mental power was depleting, and beads of sweat rolled down his face. The salt content of those beads stung the wound on his forehead and lips. Not enough—really not enough. If only this had happened when he was in his best condition. Unfortunately, fate was always not on their side.
Crash-
The car missed Ryett by just a few feet. Its body was deformed, and the remaining glass windows shattered, with its sharp glass shards shooting like bullets everywhere due to the force the Machineel tree exerted.
Whoosh-