[ ... Wow. He just left and now Lucia is dead. He has seen her on the battlefield, blood staining her armor and streaking her face, but never has he seen her death—because it has yet come for her. This place... It would allow him to catch a glimpse and his heart jumps before stilling like it would stop beating any second. Time seems to slow down, but he knows better.
He has to keep going, but the rampart falls onto him? Anticlimactically, with a three he can't do much but try to avoid it only to fail with this 3. It crushes him, but I would hope not enough where he can't keep going. Sometimes adrenaline helps even when you feel bones breaking.
This is fine. He shoves the rubble off of him and pulls himself out, breaking whatever skin in the process. A deep breath— ]
Meteion—[ SHE WAS AT THE TENT? He looks around. ] Meteion!
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He has to keep going, but the rampart falls onto him? Anticlimactically, with a three he can't do much but try to avoid it only to fail with this 3. It crushes him, but I would hope not enough where he can't keep going. Sometimes adrenaline helps even when you feel bones breaking.
This is fine. He shoves the rubble off of him and pulls himself out, breaking whatever skin in the process. A deep breath— ]
Meteion—[ SHE WAS AT THE TENT? He looks around. ] Meteion!
[ HOW FAR BEHIND IS SHE. ]