“No,” I say, shaking my head, a little frantic.
“Ari!” Jackson bites out, and I snap my head back to the front ahead of me, realizing that I got distracted – that two of my whirlwinds are faltering.
“Shit shit,” I murmur, more curses rushing through my mind as I force more power into the original whirlwind and set it again on its path. But I don’t start the other two, instead snapping my head back up to the tanks and exploding them into flames, one by one, before they can even reach the bulk of our forces, of my people.
“Fuck, man,” Roger murmurs, awed as he takes in the mess of twisted steel that litters the battlefield, as I collect the fire from each of them into a swirling mass larger than the rest – into a hurricane of fire that now stands between the forces and the Atalaxians coming for them.
Because I’m not letting it happen – I’m not letting my people die –
“Ariel!” Rafe barks out. “You can’t concentrate on defense! That’s not part of the plan!”
“I’m not sacrificing them!” I shout back, pissed off.
He grabs my arm, forcing me to look at him. “Everyone on this battlefield – everyone is as willing to sacrifice themselves as you are, okay!?”
I stare up into my brother’s face, shocked by the rare emotion there.
“You need to concentrate on offense, Ariel!” he shouts down at me, shaking his head vehemently. “We need you to take them out – do you understand me!? Not just protect! They – they’ve got Jesse – we don’t know –“
I gasp, even as Roger grabs Rafe and hauls him back, scolding him for bringing Jesse into this, for letting his emotions shine through.
“Do they?” I ask, whipping my head to Jackson.
“No,” he bites out, snarling as he looks over at Rafe. “Or, we don’t know, Ariel – I don’t know why Rafe said that – he’s letting his emotions run away with him –“
I frown, looking back towards the battlefield, knowing immediately what I want. If they did take Jesse? If they’re holding him?
God, I could kill them all.
I grit my teeth, concentrating on the hurricane of fire, and slowly begin to build it.
“You need to be on the offensive, Ariel!” Rafe barks out, deeply misinterpreting my action.
I ignore him.
“Roger!” I bark out. He snaps his head to me. “Tell Cora to cut the storm. Let them send their air force. If we have any planes in the air, get them out.”
“Wh-what?” Roger sputters.
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