Espedon waggled the shorter blade in the direction of the humvees winding their way out of the city.

"I think they're done. Whoever's left would be the cleanup crew," he said, squinting a little, hoping to get a better view. "There's not much we can do for the survivors anyhow. Unless that magic of yours can teleport people."

Which I doubt, unless you just like two-hour winter runs.

"If you two decide to stay here, I can come back and tell you what I saw. To tell the truth, I hope there are a few of them left."