Aryn flew above the soldiers and emitted a powerful blast of mental energy that caused the soldiers to drop their weapons, giving him enough time to grab Rina and fly fast and hard a mile or so west, along the cliff. "Keep running, west along the cliff," he said to her and flew back to grab Jordan. Since Jordan was larger and heavier, this was harder. But Aryn was strong, stronger than normal humans but not enough to call it an ability. As he flew, he cursed himself for not seeing it coming. The soldiers had been thinking of one thing consistently, and that had been the forest around them. He would have to be more careful. He dropped Jordan about twenty feet from where Rina was running, flying low to the ground and swooping up again. He continued doing this with the rest of the group and was about to take Julianne- he didn't see anyone else- when Ante came in behind the soldiers. He groaned any flew low over the soldier's heads, dodging their outstretched arms and staying out of range of the robots. He flew Ante to the rest of the group and returned for Julianne. "Comon," he murmured, taking her into his arms. He didn't see anyone else that was on their sides, and Aryn was incredibly tired, anyway, especially from healing his pained muscles so many times. So he flew, dodging the robot's blasts and staying out of range of the soldier's guns, the best he could. He felt something nestle in his leg and he grunted in pain, dipping a little lower in the sky as he absorbed the bullets' impact. He could heal it later, he knew, as he felt blood wet his shin. He had a high tolerance for pain.