[ Dimitri chases. Evne with his own great strength, the combination of terrible mud and the press of gravity had made the whole world slow. But as the distance increased, they had a chance to break free. Dimitri, like Hayame, is furious at himself for allowing the ambush to happen in the first place and angry that he's allowed one of their objectives to go slipping through their fingers. Even if their opponents have a head start, he follows, running with as much speed as he can muster. He's not as fast as Hayame, but he has endurance. He's trained to run, to march, to fight, and he can keep himself going for a long time on his own inner strength. ]
Go! [ He gasps as Hayame starts to pull ahead. ] I'll catch up!
[ And he does as they come spilling out onto the ridge. He sees her draw up short and then he sees why when he struggles to the top, panting for breath, sweat running down his brow. He can see the end of the struggle - the swirl of sand and earth and rock, the figures distant. But he can understand what's happening. And then they're moving again. Dimitri at his steady lope, just behind Hayame, following her as they kick up dirt and dust and try to find the war god. There's a touch of exultation in his Communion, but also worry. Concern.
What's happened, exactly?
He reaches out as they approach; he sends words instead of a feeling. A jolt of his concern and more: ]
Set! We're here!
[ What will this mean for them? For their objective? Set is unpredictable. A whirlwind - but one he cares for all the same. Someone he's pledged to. That matters, doesn't it? ]
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Go! [ He gasps as Hayame starts to pull ahead. ] I'll catch up!
[ And he does as they come spilling out onto the ridge. He sees her draw up short and then he sees why when he struggles to the top, panting for breath, sweat running down his brow. He can see the end of the struggle - the swirl of sand and earth and rock, the figures distant. But he can understand what's happening. And then they're moving again. Dimitri at his steady lope, just behind Hayame, following her as they kick up dirt and dust and try to find the war god. There's a touch of exultation in his Communion, but also worry. Concern.
What's happened, exactly?
He reaches out as they approach; he sends words instead of a feeling. A jolt of his concern and more: ]
Set! We're here!
[ What will this mean for them? For their objective? Set is unpredictable. A whirlwind - but one he cares for all the same. Someone he's pledged to. That matters, doesn't it? ]