Daniel Everhart and the Skylands of Caterra: Guarinot

High-level Sirius clouds cling to the full moon like a spider web across your face when the last guard turns his back to the fire. The others enjoy hot coffee poured from a steaming pot and their smoke of choice.

They’ve been on watch almost an hour now, enduring a stiff cold breeze high atop the abandoned ruins.

Sounds miserable.

From nothing, all nine of us appear. Before a single guard can raise his rifle or shout a warning, we strike with blue beams. Four of us run forward, and split the distance between guards. And then the guards are gone, replaced by members of our team.

Smooth.