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The fire soldier frowned. "...I object to dividing ourselves like this, but...you are in charge. I shall summon the others." The man snapped his fingers, a burst of willpower allowing the friction to superheat the air and create a spark, which he then funneled more focus into until a ball of fire spun before him. This ball soon expanded into an arched doorway, and from this emerged the rest of the squad, over the course of about a minute in single file. Meanwhile, the soldier's lips never ceased moving through the motions of speech, apparently using the flame to converse. Finally, the flames abruptly died off as he clenched his fist. "Khiragt is busy. He will join us at first opportunity." He stated softly. The squad leader nodded once, then looked to Asral. "You have not yet moved. I assume you came up with a new plan?"