[ The water is less of a surprise than it should have been. Her presumptions about Felneus lead to her expecting the possibility; almost as soon as she feels that dampness around them, she's holding her breath, wondering what's going to happen next.
The answer is more complicated than she could keep up with, between the rubble and the sudden appearance of ice and the weapon Karl was swinging around. She wasn't sure if she was hindering his progress, but it wasn't a move she translated as aggressive toward her; she could see some of the debris knocked away from her in the combination of his movements and the sudden presence of another being over his shoulders.
It occurs to Chihiro that her best bet is to duck and cover, and so she does, after a fashion. Protecting her head with one arm and pressing close to both Karl and Felneus to minimize the amount of herself exposed to the onslaught. It helps, albeit imperfectly. She feels wood slam down across her elbow, but the bone was stronger than the wood itself, so aside from the brief flare of sharp pain and the throbbing that settled in after, she was okay.
You know, with a few dozen smaller bruises forming as thimble sized pieces of debris still pelt her, and she comes to the realisation that maybe balancing is going to be a problem for them both. She reaches out with the arm not still protecting her head and tries to grab hold of Karl, curling her fingers into a tight fist around whatever she can. Her legs have totally got this.
Her stick thin legs.
Totally got this.
Look, she's at least stubborn in how she clings on! The door seems startled by this response, and it stays right where it is for the moment. Not opening, not dodging, and looming immediately in front of them as the dragon goes careening straight toward it. (Apparently moving, possibly haunted stairs didn't account for dragons and ice wielders in their design plans. Who knew? There probably weren't even drains installed anywhere...) ]
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The answer is more complicated than she could keep up with, between the rubble and the sudden appearance of ice and the weapon Karl was swinging around. She wasn't sure if she was hindering his progress, but it wasn't a move she translated as aggressive toward her; she could see some of the debris knocked away from her in the combination of his movements and the sudden presence of another being over his shoulders.
It occurs to Chihiro that her best bet is to duck and cover, and so she does, after a fashion. Protecting her head with one arm and pressing close to both Karl and Felneus to minimize the amount of herself exposed to the onslaught. It helps, albeit imperfectly. She feels wood slam down across her elbow, but the bone was stronger than the wood itself, so aside from the brief flare of sharp pain and the throbbing that settled in after, she was okay.
You know, with a few dozen smaller bruises forming as thimble sized pieces of debris still pelt her, and she comes to the realisation that maybe balancing is going to be a problem for them both. She reaches out with the arm not still protecting her head and tries to grab hold of Karl, curling her fingers into a tight fist around whatever she can. Her legs have totally got this.
Her stick thin legs.
Totally got this.
Look, she's at least stubborn in how she clings on! The door seems startled by this response, and it stays right where it is for the moment. Not opening, not dodging, and looming immediately in front of them as the dragon goes careening straight toward it. (Apparently moving, possibly haunted stairs didn't account for dragons and ice wielders in their design plans. Who knew? There probably weren't even drains installed anywhere...) ]