Michael still looked uncomfortable about my suggestion.
But then the giant hound howled once more — and unleashed a fresh wave of immolating flame that rolled through the ruins, melting stone and vaporizing anyone who hadn't moved fast enough.
That shut his mouth.
"Fine," he said hoarsely. "Fine! Let's start launching people!"
I stifled a humorless chuckle.
We split up without another word — him veering left, me staying on the right. Michael touched the ground with both hands, while I simply stomped it with my foot.
Seconds later, dozens of stone hands erupted from the earth all around us — each one thrice the height of a human and thicker than tree trunks.
We didn't waste time.
The massive arms moved at our command, grabbing and hurling people the instant they entered our range.
But it wasn't as easy as it sounds.
Because while we were quite literally throwing Cadets to safety, we also had to divert too many hands just to fend off the Lesser Solbraiths chasing them down.
