BOOM!
Ronan stood near the rear of Class B's formation, watching the explosion tear through the alliance's front line.
Dust erupted beneath Elara, Armani, and Adam.
Shattered roots scattered outward, and dust spread everywhere. The blast carved a shallow trench across the clearing. There was a large dust cloud, and Ronan could see signs on a small crater that formed where it detonated.
Ronan's eyes narrowed as he watched with relative calm.
The explosion had not been designed to kill.
It threw people off-balance. Created gaps in formation. Separated leaders from their support. Made every student question whether they would step on a bomb next.
Grace had not simply ambushed them. No, she had done more than that. Even before they arrived, she had made sure to turn the clearing into a deadly weapon.
Not that the idea was exactly complicated or hard to come up with in principle. Rigging a battlefield with bombs was simple.
It was the execution that was impressive.
