Grieving Death: The Search and Rescue

Last Chapter - Initial Planning: Beginning of War?

Heart of Flames
Though most of Utopia's resources had been diverted to helping with the recovery efforts, problems still cropped up around every interval. Lack of manpower made any sort of organised sweep for survivors nearly impossible, and any available mages where too busy patrolling the city's outskirts for any sign of a second attack to be of help. It one of the more heavily damager areas of the city, a small group of rescue workers where presented with a problem.

A pair of buildings had been damaged in the attack, and one had had it's foundations destroyed and was now leaning against the other, which was entirely burned out from the inside. They could see people had gathered on the roves, however the fragile state of the buildings made retreating them next to impossible using conventional means.

None of then had any clue on how they where going to rescue then, when one of them saw a man approach from the corner of his eye. Completely ignoring them, he studded the buildings for a moment, heeled out his hand and called. "Rook." a pair of massive magic circles appeared on the ground beside him, and a massive golem of rock rose from the earth from each. Before the rescuers could ask any questions, the two golems had stood up and had begun ferrying people from the roves to the ground in the palms of their hands. Just as the last person stepped off the roof, the burned out building came crumbling down, allowing the other to fall over it's foundations.

After the dust cleared, they all looked back at the man to see him hiding his eyes under his sunhat. "And that kiddies, is how you win an unwinnable situation." The golem's both sank back into the rock, not leaving any trace that they had existed in the first place. "You all ain't hurt are ya'? No injury's?""