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ran up to Ron and shoved his shield into Ron’s hands, ordering him to cover himself before he picked Ron up like a piece of baggage and started running.

Jeb would have laughed at the bat-creature gnawing on the Soldier’s helmet if he had the breath to spare.

Jeb followed after them, using his shark cage as his own personal flying elevator.

Lower the range, Jeb thought as he set the range to the eighty foot minimum and fired the wand right into the center of the swarm.

“Fire in the hole!” Jeb said, covering his eyes.

BOOM!

The shark cage caught a spray of dead bodies against it, although a few parts came through the one inch holes and caught Jeb in the side. Nothing got through his armor, though, thank god. Dead bat-fireflies tumbled to the ground in droves, their ichor giving off the gentle sound of rain.

His ringing ears couldn’t hear it, though.

You have gained a level!

You are now level 37!

The swarm was much diminished, looking more like a small gnat cloud than a true horde. They were gradually losing interest in the humans. Whether it was because they were retreating in the face of danger, or simply gorged on their brothers and sisters, Jeb had no idea.

Jeb was patting himself on the back like an idiot when Amanda’s scream shook him out of it.

“BRETT!”

Jeb whipped his gaze around and saw Ron lying on the ground halfway to the tunnel, covering his face from the last stragglers with the shield while the death knight swatted them.

About four feet to the left of Ron, one of the lava pitfalls rippled.

Time stopped.

That fucking tentacle dragged Brett into the lava!

Jeb instantly dropped the shark cage and siphoned out all the Myst energy he could, dipping into his Core itself, until he couldn’t possibly draw any more.

Jeb shoved the Myst down into the pit of molten stone until he felt Brett’s Myst core resist his telekinesis like a baby kitten.

Jeb forced the resistance aside and hauled with everything he had.

Brett flew up out of the pit in an explosion of molten rock, three long tentacles wrapped around his waist, leg and neck. His armor was cherry red, but he’d only been in the lava a second or two… he might…

“JESS!”

There was a glowing hot creature beginning to surface in the pit, dragged to the surface by Jeb’s telekinesis. The thing was trying its damndest to pull their fighter back into the liquid hot stone. Jeb could make out an amorphous shape and an orange glowing beak moving back and forth, trying to reach the prey in its grasp.

Jess whipped past and severed the three tentacles in the blink of an eye, following that up with a thrown weapon to the creature’s head. It let out a plaintive screech and slid beneath the surface.

Meanwhile Jeb dropped Brett on the ground directly in front of Amanda and siphoned out two separate strands of Myst.

He grabbed opposite sides of Bret’s armor and peeled the cherry red armor off of the soldier. It was easier because of the heat.

The padding beneath the armor was charred black, and flaked away, the skin underneath that was angry red and burned off in places. His eyelids were mostly carbonized and burned away from where the visor in his helmet had let liquid stone through.

Amanda knelt beside her husband and channeled as much Myst through Brett as Jeb had ever seen her do.

An arc of White Myst crossed between her palm and Brett’s chest.

The soldier shuddered and gasped, his breath shuddering.

There was a pinch on Jeb’s scalp, followed by pain as one of the stragglers latched onto his head.

Jeb reached up and wrenched it off of him, tearing the football-sized creature’s mandibles off before tossing it aside. He felt the blood dripping through his hair.

“I’ll grab Brett,” Jeb said. “let’s go!”

Jeb reached out with split Myst and picked up himself and Brett. Jessica grabbed Ron in a fireman carry and Amanda followed along beside her husband.

They made it into the hallway and aimed for the entrance of the dungeon. As they passed by the first lava pit, Jeb gained a grim satisfaction when he heard the dull thump of his trap going off, spearing whatever creature was lying in wait for them under the rock.

A moment later, they were outside, panting desperately.

Jeb set Brett down and Amanda went over him carefully, paying special attention to her husband’s eyes.

She had somehow regrown the man’s eyelids. Maybe there’d been enough left of them that she was able to build on that…or maybe with enough power, she could grow back things that weren’t meant to grow back.

Jeb would have liked it if that were the case, but even so, Feet were a lot bigger and more complicated than eyelids.

“Brett, babe, can you see me?” She asked, her voice trembling as she pried his eyelids open and peered into them.

Brett’s eyes weren’t milky, clouded, or missing, but there was a possibility the healing had removed the signs of damage without repairing the nerve endings.

By way of response, the naked Soldier snaked his hand around the healer’s waist, behind her armored plates and pinched her butt.

Amanda yelped and barely stopped herself from smacking him.

“Yeah, I can see.” Brett said with a mischievous grin. “I’m honestly a lot more alive than I expected I would be a couple minutes ago.”

He sat up, but Amanda didn’t seem to want to leave him alone, asking how many fingers she was holding up with each eye and checking his naked body front to back.

His clothes were completely carbonized, sloughing off him little by little, revealing that goddamned underwear model six pack.

“Leave me be,” he said, giving her a swat. “There’re people in worse shape than me.”

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