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Hector could barely hold onto a single thought between choked breaths. Where was he? How fast was he going? Where was the ground? What was the Scarf telling him? Hopefully, this would be--

He hit pavement, thick armor scratching and kicking up visible sparks as he toppled over himself. The iron layers he'd made all went clattering in various directions and as he finally skid to a halt, face down.

Agh.

That hadn't felt good. He wanted to groan in pain, but he was still struggling to catch his breath, too, so he ended up just coughing into his faceguard for a while longer.

Gradually, he tried to take stock of his body parts. He could still move everything, at least. He felt pain all over, but it was dull and not that bad. He'd certainly had worse.

He groaned as he tried to crawl back up onto his feet. Plate armor didn't make that task any easier, and it was battered and dented in several places, locking some of his limbs at awkward angles. He ended up just annihilating it.

He was prepared to remake his armor immediately, but he noticed that the winds had died down significantly. Not only had the tornado disappeared, but the rest of the storm had settled as well.

Where the hell was everyone?

That wrecked building over there could only have been the airport terminal, though it was almost unrecognizable now. He started toward it as he tried to reassess things.

He could see the tarmac from here. One of the balls of debris was there, but he didn't see any airplanes anymore. Had the tornado swept them away, too?

Oh.

Yep.

He saw half of an aircraft buried in the nearby treeline. He was fairly certain that was the same plane that had brought them here to Lorent. It was missing its tail and also a wing.