"Clear the line!" Olivia planted a foot forward and tucked her right hand behind her back. She paused for a second, shifting her weight to get the perfect balance before firing, the recoil forcing her forearm to bend at a right angle with her upper arm. The peppers hot did it work, chewing through the cloud of winged beasts, scattering their warm remains on the fore of the ship. Her hand dropped, lowering the weapon as she stepped forward, raising her right hand, the core balanced in the palm of the gauntlet beginning to glow as she consulted her knowledge of magic.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Judas watched with mild interest as he observed how the combatants acted. One was the long gunner, she was skilled, no doubt precision and finesse was present along with a level mind. He watched as she picked off the steel avians, descending from his post to join the rest. Then came Magispark, who as predicted, used the  Warpiece to great effect, catching the Fleshpeckers with a flak round without damaging the ship itself. His boots knocked aside spent shell casings from the Warpiece as he made his way behind them.<br/><br/>Then it was down to the boy, Hendrix. He obviously had a bit of trouble targeting, which was not surprising with his choice of weapons. He then watched as his other student warned that she was about to fire, sending dozens of metallic pieces into the cloud of birds. She followed up immediately with a preparation for a spell.<br/><br/>All in all, not too bad. He rested a hand on Hendrix's shoulder, "I assume you'd be more comfortable using magic, judging from your background. So use it." His hand slid off as he stepped forward, raising his hand. The air stirring on the deck, the air growing cold as heat was drained and forced onto a single focal point to create a ball of heat, which he fed rapidly, exploding into a ball of flame. The heat caused small fires to leap up on the deck beneath it, before being sucked in to become part of the growing ball of fire. "Wildlife has an inherent fear of fire. Even when they have been mutilated this much, it does not mean they have lost all of their instincts which have kept their ancestors alive in the Old World."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Olivia gasped, feeling the heat forming before her, she raised her hand before her, shielding her face as she stepped back, the air growing difficult to breathe. Then as though she had passed through a barrier, from where beyond the heat was drained, it returned back to a normal temperature. She could still feel the heat held within the steel of her helmet, beads of sweat breaking on her brow as she witnessed the birds either get burnt to a crisp or veer away, breaking formation.