CurtailedAmbrosia
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Nergal's distraction, his anger undoes him-maybe even killed him, Jenna's not sure. She darts to just outside the shattered window just in time to see the villian likewise shattered. Jesus.
Adamant had definitely won the throwing contest, but thank God. Things had definitely looked hairy a minute there. She pivoted at speed to report to the veteran hero. She'd come close enough to getting barbequed thanks- she was going to let him do the retrieval.
And then it happened-or rather, finished happening-Paul hadn't been satisfied. Still hoping for that two for one, his distant figure barely visible above the smoke and archaic energy.
Elias would find Jenna suddenly at his side. Not even a blur in arriving-just there. The young woman was in a full panic, strained, anxious words tumbling from her full lips, incomprehensible save for the last few.
"JesuschristElias.Jesuschrist. She twists her upper body and windmills an arm in the direction of the bodysnatcher's rooftop-smoke, dust and ash caught up in the mini cyclone and billowing to obscure them both. At the same time she had dipped enough to slide her slim shoulders under his arm, her own slipping around his muscled back. This was not a good position for this. Her other arm ceased the cyclone and her small silver gloved hand partially wrapped around his much larger wrist.
With great effort she helped haul him at least partially off of that knee, the heroine's petite form pressed into his side-and then she zipped them away beneath the cover of her creation.
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"Y-you said he wouldn't try for you." They were in the ice cream shop she had evacuated earlier, the large windows shattered and the glass crushed to powder beneath her feet. She had managed to get them out of view behind the service counter, a stolen towel n hand, pressed into his chest. She straightened slightly to peek over the colorful tiled counter top for the boogie man. Her goggles were pushed back up over her hair and the headphones were around her neck, the girl looking frightened and very, very concerned as her dark eyes shifted back to him, her voice a hushed, panicked tone.
"You said."
Her voice had lost any and all lighthearted bravado-she was anxious, fearful, and apparently terrified the great Adamant might bleed out in a fucking ice cream shop.
Adamant had definitely won the throwing contest, but thank God. Things had definitely looked hairy a minute there. She pivoted at speed to report to the veteran hero. She'd come close enough to getting barbequed thanks- she was going to let him do the retrieval.
And then it happened-or rather, finished happening-Paul hadn't been satisfied. Still hoping for that two for one, his distant figure barely visible above the smoke and archaic energy.
Elias would find Jenna suddenly at his side. Not even a blur in arriving-just there. The young woman was in a full panic, strained, anxious words tumbling from her full lips, incomprehensible save for the last few.
"JesuschristElias.Jesuschrist. She twists her upper body and windmills an arm in the direction of the bodysnatcher's rooftop-smoke, dust and ash caught up in the mini cyclone and billowing to obscure them both. At the same time she had dipped enough to slide her slim shoulders under his arm, her own slipping around his muscled back. This was not a good position for this. Her other arm ceased the cyclone and her small silver gloved hand partially wrapped around his much larger wrist.
With great effort she helped haul him at least partially off of that knee, the heroine's petite form pressed into his side-and then she zipped them away beneath the cover of her creation.
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"Y-you said he wouldn't try for you." They were in the ice cream shop she had evacuated earlier, the large windows shattered and the glass crushed to powder beneath her feet. She had managed to get them out of view behind the service counter, a stolen towel n hand, pressed into his chest. She straightened slightly to peek over the colorful tiled counter top for the boogie man. Her goggles were pushed back up over her hair and the headphones were around her neck, the girl looking frightened and very, very concerned as her dark eyes shifted back to him, her voice a hushed, panicked tone.
"You said."
Her voice had lost any and all lighthearted bravado-she was anxious, fearful, and apparently terrified the great Adamant might bleed out in a fucking ice cream shop.