The horde looked and felt endless. There should have been a point where the arriving ranks thinned out the visible numbers behind them, but there wasn't. Not yet.
Norm, Liam and the others moved closer, choosing to stay near Rohan and Elane now that all pretences of casual association had vanished.
Norm's expression looked like it was carved from stone.
"If they fire, hit the ground immediately!" Somebody said.
"Don't try to be clever. There's no rational way to survive a fleet of spikes raining down on us if we don't work together."
Everyone nodded in silence. Even Rohan, despite knowing he was the only one there who could guarantee he'd survive such an onslaught.
The spikes would just bounce off of his skin, after all. But there was a limit to how much he could take. One onslaught of spikes was tankable, but if they kept on coming, his Origin Energy would drain fast, to a point where he wouldn't be able to sustain his Firestone Skin anymore.
