Covered by the shade of the third tallest ruin south of the central river, Marcio studied the battle beneath. The firefight was still the most intense at the western bridge, and the bloody wall had ensured the Infinity Riders’ continuous upper hand. The one piece of good news was that Arlak had been freed. The ice mage had sealed the main bridge off again, but Aralk had been freed nevertheless. Whether the tank would make a difference at the battle for the western bridge remained to be seen, but Marcio would do his part. Sneaking past the frozen walls had been a challenge, but amidst the storms of arrows, lasers, plasma, spells and jet-boosted swords the rogue had found just enough openings to make it behind enemy lines. Resisting the urge of stabbing a hostile player in the back and rev

