[ Seconds and minutes, precious seconds and minutes that could be used to save another, to look for the very person this man is after, wasted in this endeavour-- Chrys grits his teeth against the sights and sounds around him, behind them, all too keenly aware of how the best he can do is keep moving and hope not to be noticed, because hell if he'd be able to take on a single one of the soldiers, how useless in this field--
(and maybe, maybe he should've just left Break there to do so instead)
--and said grip doesn't ease until they've put at least two walls between them and the epicenter, amidst a few stragglers limping away or cowering where they hide among the piles of rubble and construction materials (hard to say which is which, now.) There's still the odd sounds of yelling behind them, mingled with gunfire, clashing weapons, hissing corrosion-- outcries of pain, of no, damn you and come back dispersed among them.
It's not as far away as he'd intended, but it's far enough. Curtly: ] I'm setting you down. [ Lowering Break's feet to the ground, finally. ]
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(and maybe, maybe he should've just left Break there to do so instead)
--and said grip doesn't ease until they've put at least two walls between them and the epicenter, amidst a few stragglers limping away or cowering where they hide among the piles of rubble and construction materials (hard to say which is which, now.) There's still the odd sounds of yelling behind them, mingled with gunfire, clashing weapons, hissing corrosion-- outcries of pain, of no, damn you and come back dispersed among them.
It's not as far away as he'd intended, but it's far enough. Curtly: ] I'm setting you down. [ Lowering Break's feet to the ground, finally. ]