Look at that! It's you two again, Hale landing with Ryker beside Maia and Cashel.

"SIXTY SECONDS!" Someone shouts from the crowd of soldiers.

"If he won't tell me, he's sure as hell not telling you." Mutters Ryker, crossing his arms.
A blast hits the middle of the soldiers, instantly killing some and badly wounding others.

Cashel hesitates, suddenly looking very conflicted. He discarded his blindfold a while ago.

He runs forward towards the wounded soldiers. Ryker curses and follows close behind.
"Cashel, you don't have time to heal them!" Ryker yells.

"No, no, not on this scale." Cashel mutters. "Where is Silas?"

Ryker grabs Cashel's shoulders and spins him around, whispering to him forcefully.
Cashel huffs and looks back at the wounded soldiers, being tended to by other soldiers to the best of their abilities.
Cashel turns back to you and marches forward, glancing up at the moon. "Thirty seconds."
"Stand back. TIDEBOUND, TO ARMS!"
Ryker jogs past Cashel, standing way the hell back.

A few scattered soldiers run out of the rest, faces set sternly.
Cashel looks down at his staff and hesitates.
Twenty seconds.
The tidebound genuflect in a circle around him, bowing their heads.
Cashel glances up at Hale and tosses his staff to him.
Fifteen seconds.

One of the tidebound that stood back instead of kneeling pales visibly, glancing from the staff in your hands to Cashel and back, but he doesn't move to do anything.
Cashel tilts his head back to stare at the moon.
Ten.
The seconds count down. Nobody moves. Eight. Seven. Six.
Five.
Cashel raises his hands towards the moon.
Four.
He doesn't flinch or waver in the slightest.
Three.
"Long live the sun," Ryker whispers to himself, under his breath.
Two.
The whole city holds its breath.
One.
A beam of white light fires from the moon, racing towards the earth at unbelievable speed.
Zero.
It hits Cashel, looping around him, funneling through his hands and surrounding him. It hurts to look at, but you can see his eyes glowing white inside.
He looks overhead instead of at the moon, throwing out an arm.
The light redirects through him and up above, beam streaming from his palm.
It shears straight through the middle of the Baroness' main ship, slicing it in half.
The light around Cashel fades. The tidebound slowly stand up.
He stumbles, falling, and two of them catch him.
"Holy fuck. Cashel!" Ryker runs forward.

Cashel grips the staff tightly with one hand, but definitely does not stand up, sinking to the ground as a puff of smoke escapes his lungs. The tidebound hold their hands over him but he bats them away, pointing to the wounded soldiers instead. They silently stand up and leave to heal them instead.
Ryker stands there, obviously not knowing what to do. Cashel sighs from his spot laying on the pavement and cracks open an eye, staring up at you. "Ow."

He glances up at you with a tired smile. "As well as one who just channeled the energy of the moon can be."

Cashel stands with the help of both Ryker and his staff. "It's not over. The Baroness will have much more up her sleeve, I'm sure."

"If we go to fight her now, she'll overwhelm us and take the city. But if we don't..." Cashel sighs.

"On the front lines." Cashel states grimly, watching the ships above descend.
"That's a lot more than last time." Ryker remarks.
"Soldiers! On your feet, we need to regroup and find out where we're going."
The chunk of the army ahead of you are muttering among themselves, facing away from you.
"Oh, what now." Ryker groans.
They step aside as they begin to cheer. On the other side is another wave of Mountain Sun soldiers, led by a familiar face, grinning cheekily.
"Sam!" Ryker shouts and rushes forward towards her without thinking.

The adjuvants hug and walk over to you as the soldiers join up and greet one another.
"Sam." Cashel nods, and the two hug quietly.

Sam nods with a smile at both of you. "Maia, Hale. Glad to see you're still kicking."

"There is a lot." She laughs. "I learned how to summon tornadoes from my palms, so that's cool."

"Well, not exactly from my palm, but-" Sam glances behind you, seeing the wall of fog. "Here. I'll just show you."

Sam runs past you and spins in a blur. The wind picks up around her, whirling in a circle. She jumps and raises her hands, slamming them down flat in the air towards the fog. The wind around her moves off of her and picks up, carrying the fog upwards in a funnel. It's a tornado, alright.
She moves her hands and the tornado whirls in a circle around the spire, carrying all of the fog upwards and away, clearing a path.
Now you can see the spire. It looks like it did before, but countless long, black tendrils have emerged from the gaps in the metal, lashing around and grabbing onto anything within range.
A few soldiers are wrapped up in it.

They don't look like it, limp and unmoving, eyes wide open and completely fogged over. The spire pulls them in against itself. "Shit." Cashel mutters, shaking his head distractedly.

"It's further into the city. There are three main spots to defend, right now." Ryker supplies. "Any idea why Finn would be trying to find me?" Cashel asks, off-topic.

"At least one of us should regroup at Keystone Hall before we go and fight." Cashel suggests. "That way, someone can tell the rest of us what's going on elsewhere."

"Seems reasonable, but neither of us can fly," Cashel deadpans. Sam sighs. "I guess we'll have to do this the old fashioned way, Cashel, and that means slowly."

"Hale. Did you know that the big room in Keystone Hall with the live three-dimensional holograph of the entire city is called the planning room?" Ryker responds, smiling stiffly. "That's because it's the only place in the city that you can see and rationalize the ENTIRE CITY from. Someone needs to go there, come back, and tell us where to go and how to split up."

"You're free to sit here and stew if you want!" He offers cheerily. "I recommend cleaning your ears out too, since you seem to be having some trouble understanding what I'm saying and I'd hate to blame it on your cognitive abilities."

Ryker chuckles and wheels 90 degrees in the opposite direction.
Before anyone has time to do anything else, Navy crashes down from the sky and lands right next to your group, grinning. "I heard we were bullying people!" They wink at Hale. "I alzo heard you need a lift."

"It'z going fine, more or lezz. No mind playerz bezidez myzelf to dizpenze warningz about the freaky fog zpirez to, zo nothing new." They shrug.
"Well zhiz party zuckz." They roll their shoulders, grabbing Sam and Cashel by their wrists. "Be back zoon."
They rocket into the air and away, dragging the two adjuvants with them. There's no point in pretending that seeing Navy carrying the two taller and older pseudo-descendants isn't comical.

I'm sure you can think of something exciting to do.