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Out of all of us, Ruby and Weiss looked the most exhausted.

"Just running," Ruby panted, slouched so far into Yang's shoulder she was disappearing behind a curtain of golden hair. "Lots and lots of running messages."

"Spellcasting," Weiss echoed. "No immediate danger, but hurling spells up and over the walls in the hopes I hit something on the other side."

"Hard to miss," Ren pointed out. "They have students fighting if you're a Mage, though?"

"Fighting is a loaded term for what I'm doing. I'm nowhere near the front lines. But a Mage is a Mage. If I can cast a spell, I can throw it over the walls. Better than nothing. There were Archers, too. It wasn't just us Mages."

I supposed it made sense they do something, and even if the damage they caused was minimal it might slow the Grimm down or soften them up. Weiss looked mentally spent, however.

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"Every Hero is a resource," Ren said. "No offence to your father, of course. We can't afford to let any fall for free. Each Hero will probably need to tally at least a hundred Grimm if we're to hold."

I felt like saying the Mages alone had already done that. Weiss might have killed that many, though it depended on what kinds of spells she was throwing around. Certainly those in the initial defence had killed thousands.