[Deck — 3:00 PM]
The sun at its harshest point of the day. The ocean heat amplifying the sun's heat, the kind of temperature that made sweat arrive before the movement even started.
Seraph with F2's scythe active.
Not at maximum. But enough for the deck to respond — the wood beneath everyone's feet slightly denser, the air around Seraph with the specific pressure of F2 radiating outward.
"All three at thirty," said Seraph. "If you lose them, I'll bring them down. If you don't lose them, try to hurt me."
Alex activated all three.
Pain in his chest. The three lights igniting.
"Are you serious?" said Alex.
"I'm not asking you to be kind." Seraph. "I'm asking you to use what you have."
The team redistributed to the edges without anyone saying a word.
Maya put away her maps.
Kira climbed down from the crow's nest.
Raven oriented F3 in passive reading mode, not to interfere but to understand what the spiritual plane showed as it happened.
Viktor from the railing.
