"That's four of the six I saw, now... or at least they're coming from the same building," Bast said. "Mindjack is in there, with another prisoner."<br/><br/>She might have enough time... it was worth a shot at least. Moving to the place where the energy bolts would reach last, Bast again throws herself into concentration, eyes closed, envisioning the temple, the chanting, for this an acrid incense that stings the eyes, the prayers to Bast and Horus as the Defender, imagining the warmth of the Sun's protection around her. Even if it worked, it wouldn't last more than a couple of minutes, and she'd not be able to cast anything else while it lasted, but still, it was worth the attempt to make it to the main building.<br/><br/>As she opened her eyes, she braced herself on whether she'd have to throw herself flat to the ground to get beneath the level at which the drones were shooting, or if this third spell might have worked enough for her to run for the main building... hopefully with the rest of the others right along with her.