in on foot until we know what we are dealing with.” He looked at her and frowned. “You should wear the armour.”
“What? The portal is open, why should we waste it?”
He snapped the portal shut. “Because we need to take your safety into account. You might not need the armour, but I want you to wear it. Your reflexes might not catch up to the situation in time.”
She grudgingly agreed and stomped back into Denhar’s home. Her leathers were scorched in a few places but generally intact. She folded them neatly and set them aside before slipping into the two-paneled skirt and strapping the armour into place with the buckles on the sides. The collar made wearing her hair loose awkward, so she pinned it up with loose ringlets tumbling in an orderly manner.
Solar turned from side to side, admiring her reflection and the dark glyphs on her skin that signified her lineage. With the knee-high boots and the glow of her own skin, she was perfectly comfortable.
She joined Denhar, and he had changed into his own armour. It wasn’t as striking as hers was, but it made him look dangerous, deadly and devastatingly attractive.
“Before we leave, I want your promise that until I announce you are fully trained, you will remain with me at all times. No punching through rifts and disappearing. I won’t be happy when I find you.” He crossed his arms and scowled at her while he waited for her promise.
She crossed her arms and scowled back. “You will tell me when I am fully trained?”
“I will.”
“Then, yes, I promise not to punch a rift and make a run for it.” She gave him the bright smile that she and her sisters had practiced until it was perfect.
“Good enough.” He waved his arm and opened a rift, taking her hand and leading her through to another world.
The world they stepped into was dark. Night insects were singing in rhythmic harmonies and a glow of light in the shadows pinpointed the human settlement.
“There are over ninety humans here. If we can wake them, shock them, we may be able to make them run.” Denhar began to move slowly through the cover of the scrub and trees.
Solar followed and worked the logistics in her mind. “That will have to be one big rift.”
“It will be. I will reopen their existing hole in the dimensional fabric and hold it wide as we shove them through.”
She chuckled. “It sounds like a plan. Let’s just find out where they are and what the situation is before we do anything to start a stampede.” They crept forward, taking in the arrangement of the tents, the forming houses and the members of the colony on watch. That was definitely a new twist and something she had not run into in the D.A.R.E Project. The men looked military in origin and had peculiar insignias on their suits. They were also more alert than the average colonist, Solar grabbed Denhar’s arm and whispered to him, “This isn’t right.”
“Right or not, they need to go.” He got to his feet, extended his hands and started a fire at their edge of the colony. At the same time, he opened a rift at the other end.
Solar took the hint and used her own growing talent to start the wood on fire, furthest from the exit. With the blaze under their control, they herded the humans into the rift. Two-thirds of the people grabbed their families and ran. Ten men tried to fight the blaze, and in their fight, Solar was able to grab them one by one and carry them bodily to the rift in the cover of billowing smoke.
The military men were on the lookout for the attackers and occasionally fired a little too close for comfort.
Solar kept control of her radiation as she snuck up on one male after another, held their heads back and shoved them into the rift back to Earth.
The military men were still looking for their attackers, but the moment that Denhar shifted into his dragon form, they had a target.
Bullets, blasts of light and balls of fire lit the night.
Solar took a safe vantage point and used weak power