Not so great, perhaps.

Many a one would meet his death from the aerial attack.

In a war like this, a thousand perils threatened.

Gabriel only hoped that Hargreaves, down below there, could hold them back, away, till the walls should have been destroyed.
Circling, ever circling, now hearing some echoes of the earth-battle, some grenade-volleys and rapid-fire clattering, now deafened and all but blinded by the vast, up-belching explosions of the thanatos projectiles, Gabriel flew among the drifting mists and vapors.

Still was he guided by one or two search-lights; but most of these were gone, now.