"Vital signs weak. Multiple lacerations, possible internal bleeding. She won't last long if we don't move now." Garak tapped the side of his helmet, a soft blue scan light sweeping over Fayna's body as he assessed her condition.
"Garak..."
"What now, Marcor?"
Marcor, who was watching from the shattered doorway, spoke in a low, tense voice. "Enemy soldiers are closing in from both sides of the street. We're boxed in."
"Ugh! Good thing this region's soldiers are starting to fight back against the enemy forces, so we don't have to engage them directly. But damn, this is getting messy."
Just as Garak was about to continue, a crackling voice came through his mana talkie. "Garak, we can't move toward your position. The region's soldiers are engaging the enemy in the streets, and the risk of our presence being exposed is too high. We're pulling back to the extraction zone."
"Ugh! Fine. Fall back to the extraction zone and keep the helicopter ready. We'll make our way there on foot."
