Ram turned me around and shoved me toward Mensa's little vehicle before the fleet of Guard transports appeared from the darkness above. I vaguely heard Phineasoralo shouting orders at her people, thrown to the ground when a ball of blazing demon fire exploded on the other side of the slim ship's hull, cracking it in two and sending the pieces spinning like tops.
There went that idea. By the time I leaped to my feet, a shield firmly around me and, by physical association as he gripped my hand, Ram, two of the massive transports had already landed, Guards pouring out, magic flying.