[There is a deep and primal urgency yelling at him to get up and move, get the two of them to safety and away from the dreadful mistake they’d made in engaging with this beast so carelessly. But every inch of him is screaming in protest with every movement. For a moment there is just the pain and the air filled with the acridity of burning wood, burning flesh—and the phantom scent of smoke and shimmer set alight as the memory still lingers in the back of his mind telling him to move, now. It’s enough to get him back up to his hands and knees, no small amount of relief to be found when he catches sight of Childe pushing himself up from the ground with an angry shout at the creature. The single word he gets in reply and the memory of the man, of Manon, is chilling.
But the sudden silence, the crack signaling the abrupt absence of Communion? That’s got alarm bells ringing in his head, and he’s already forcing his battered body toward them as fast as he can will it even before the creature begins to writhe and spring forth in its sudden lunge.
The sudden spike of pain adding to the chorus of his grisly collection of wounds is the first signal to him that he may have narrowly made it in time to block its charge toward Childe. His feet skid back across the soil with the force of the impact, but even as wounded as he is, he remains sturdy enough to just barely keep the two of them from tumbling backwards right into Childe.
It’s worse now, though. The beast’s claws have dug in viciously, piercing in through his side and through his chest and his vision blurs from the intensity of it. But he has to stay standing as long as he can. Has to keep this damn thing still just long enough…]
Run! [A deep, shuddering breath.] Get out, get— get help.
[At least one of them should make it out of here.]
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But the sudden silence, the crack signaling the abrupt absence of Communion? That’s got alarm bells ringing in his head, and he’s already forcing his battered body toward them as fast as he can will it even before the creature begins to writhe and spring forth in its sudden lunge.
The sudden spike of pain adding to the chorus of his grisly collection of wounds is the first signal to him that he may have narrowly made it in time to block its charge toward Childe. His feet skid back across the soil with the force of the impact, but even as wounded as he is, he remains sturdy enough to just barely keep the two of them from tumbling backwards right into Childe.
It’s worse now, though. The beast’s claws have dug in viciously, piercing in through his side and through his chest and his vision blurs from the intensity of it. But he has to stay standing as long as he can. Has to keep this damn thing still just long enough…]
Run! [A deep, shuddering breath.] Get out, get— get help.
[At least one of them should make it out of here.]