[Lyney scrambles right after her, trying to stay close. there's safety in numbers, after all. and she seems like a capable fighter! . . . her poor aim with explosions aside]
How impressive!
[the invisible walls, he means. and with the few seconds she's given him, his gaze sweeps the field, mind racing a thousand miles a minute as he searches for an exit]
Over there--
[he points to a weathered building with what looks to be a large, thick, wooden door. they can hole themselves up there for the time being, right? it isn't much of an escape (and boy, would his escape be spectacular if he had all of his gadgets), but it is a safe space]
[FOR NOW. She nods immediately, expression serious.]
Go, and I'll follow!
[She can at least fend the werewolves off with her barriers as they run, though she can feel the way that the usage of magic wears on her in a way that it hasn't in a long time, not since the ringing of that first bell.]
[no. he shouldn't ask. he should trust in her capabilities. surely she wouldn't make that offer if she couldn't handle things on her own for just a brief moment, right?]
[so without waiting for an answer, Lyney bolts towards the building he pointed out earlier, not even sparing a glance behind. he's trusting you to be okay, Altria!1]
She gives Lyney a few paces' head start, fending off the werewolves with a few more magical barriers (and one well-aimed punch to the snout), and then she follows, bolting as quickly as her legs will take her.
She dives into the building, slamming the door behind her just in time for the werewolves to thump into the door behind her.
[Lyney is right there next to her, hands pressed flatly against the door to keep it closed despite the pounding on the other side. and despite the seriousness of the situation. . . now that they have a brief moment of respite--]
Fending off wolves was certainly not on my to-do list today! I suppose this place continues to shock and awe.
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How impressive!
[the invisible walls, he means. and with the few seconds she's given him, his gaze sweeps the field, mind racing a thousand miles a minute as he searches for an exit]
Over there--
[he points to a weathered building with what looks to be a large, thick, wooden door. they can hole themselves up there for the time being, right? it isn't much of an escape (and boy, would his escape be spectacular if he had all of his gadgets), but it is a safe space]
[for. . . now]
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Go, and I'll follow!
[She can at least fend the werewolves off with her barriers as they run, though she can feel the way that the usage of magic wears on her in a way that it hasn't in a long time, not since the ringing of that first bell.]
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Are you sure--
[no. he shouldn't ask. he should trust in her capabilities. surely she wouldn't make that offer if she couldn't handle things on her own for just a brief moment, right?]
[so without waiting for an answer, Lyney bolts towards the building he pointed out earlier, not even sparing a glance behind. he's trusting you to be okay, Altria!1]
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She gives Lyney a few paces' head start, fending off the werewolves with a few more magical barriers (and one well-aimed punch to the snout), and then she follows, bolting as quickly as her legs will take her.
She dives into the building, slamming the door behind her just in time for the werewolves to thump into the door behind her.
WHEEZE.]
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[Lyney is right there next to her, hands pressed flatly against the door to keep it closed despite the pounding on the other side. and despite the seriousness of the situation. . . now that they have a brief moment of respite--]
Fending off wolves was certainly not on my to-do list today! I suppose this place continues to shock and awe.
[LYNEY. . .]
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She just frowns at him at that, her own back pressed against the door.]
We really, really shouldn't have pushed that button...!