[ A thought that vanishes as soon as it came, the moment he hears (more than sees) the splash and hiss and scream. ]
Tch--!
[ A glance up at the Misery, at the beading red globs gathering and spilling about its eyes, even as Chrys runs snap calculations through his head (estimated time to the next rain of blood over Break's location, five point two) and his feet are already moving forward, hands whipping his coat off him, winding the thick fabric roughly around his hands. It takes just a few quick strides to catch up to that Big Damn Fool, after all, and another second to grab for him, intending to haul him up and out of this goddamned disaster area, if they aren't shot at or drowned in acid first. ]
2/2
Tch--!
[ A glance up at the Misery, at the beading red globs gathering and spilling about its eyes, even as Chrys runs snap calculations through his head (estimated time to the next rain of blood over Break's location, five point two) and his feet are already moving forward, hands whipping his coat off him, winding the thick fabric roughly around his hands. It takes just a few quick strides to catch up to that Big Damn Fool, after all, and another second to grab for him, intending to haul him up and out of this goddamned disaster area, if they aren't shot at or drowned in acid first. ]