[Kratos tumbles across and through desks until his wings shoot out and he rights himself, soles skidding on debris before he finally comes to a stop. He straightens up with his sword in hand and his armour dented, but something catches between his ribs and he has to look down to see the spar of wood jutting between his chest-plate's seams.

[With a grimace Kratos yanks it out, doesn't feel it except in the grind against his ribs; pours green mana into his hand, light shining around his feet, as he closes the wound.

[The half-elf's even voice is very nearly a surprise, and the fact she thinks to put herself between him and -- he sees children, and books, and desks. This is a schoolhouse? The Desians targetted a schoolhouse?!]

You have to leave.

[His voice is slightly raw from shouting, from something approaching weariness, even for him.]

They'd raze the town and everyone in it before they let us take it. If you value your lives -- you'll leave with us.

[Or with the soldiers holding the retreat, at least. Kratos isn't leaving until he's taken the shrine.]