[ with the city in shambles, it is easy to find objects that fit his needs. pipes and signs, the remainders of a pretty ironwrought fence that he sets to ripping apart with his bare hands and several well-placed stomps of those multi-purpose boots of his. juno's panic is still fresh in his forearms, a trembling and nervous little vibration that he refuses to let reach his mind; his mind is a chilly, terse thing. calm in the face of danger, focused outward instead of inward. poor juno, to be overrun by the steady pulse of a mind in motion, tactical and curt. it is, strangely, not a mind that fits the energetic go-getter that is tsera vel, but isn't everyone different in a pinch? ]

We need them as uniform as possible; keep your hands on the longest ones. Set them up here, in this -- [ he beckons to the nearest, slimmest street he can find; barely a pathway for two people to walk upon. they'll need to brace the objects between stone rubble and their own hands. ] We're going to gut the thing; we can't outrrun it. Instead? Thousand Spines, Straining Skyward.

[ it's the best he can do, in this situation; not even a proper formation, just the ghost of one. ]

Juno Steel, I need you to put your faith in me. This will work. We will make this work; it will die and we will live.