[Damn y'all are getting injured left and right, wow, who would do this in this nice pleasant war??
Anyway, the soldiers are still coming toward them, still firing bullets and trying to slash with their blades, but Estinien fires off a blast from his rifle and then jabs several nearby soldiers with his spear, managing to keep the worst of it back. Hermes' horse blasts through the crowd, trampling over some people and knocking others out of the way. He extends a hand out toward Meteion, while Estinien follows shortly behind to gather Aymeric. Hermes is the one to call out with:]
"Give me your hand—!"
[This is your chance to roll for last various bullet, sword or shrapnel injuries during The Escape if you so choose.]
[ You wanted to give her this and now Aymeric is going to blame himself forever. Unlike I guess both Prompto and Meteion, Aymeric isn’t disillusioned by what these doubles can do… he remembers being told they’re pushed to their end, whether the hands of cruel fate or their own. They could hurt her… But in this state, blood dripping down his arm and body tattered, he knows he can’t protect Meteion.
Gunstinien and Hermes fend off the soldiers coming their way, which brings him sheer relief in the sea of doubt and remorse. The boiling anger roars loudly in his ears, but he focuses on the blue girl in his arms. He lifts Meteion up to be taken by Hermes since it would seem she’s close to blacking out.
I guess he will rag doll for Gunstinien to take him. ]
[ Sorry Aymeric, but it's free real estate and I want this. Not that Meteion did, ever, the emotional and mental pain of it all- on top of the overwhelming pain and shock her body is going through. That wetness of the blood clinging heavily to her clothes, unsure what she should do other than run. Would she not be unlike the creations back on Elpis..? How she would likely disperse into particles-- not like aether as they are mostly made with, it's different with a being mostly made of dynamis.
But, well, she's without her powers, and this is just that reminder of it. Her body is not the same it was before her arrival in the prism. And yet.. despite it all, the anguish, the suffering, the ever pounding ringing and drain of everything.. she still has that bit of hope. To hear Hermes, to see him, to see that hand extended out has more tears fall.
With Aymeric's help, she reaches for that hand to be taken into the safety that is her creator. Just a moment of safety, a moment of assurance. ]
[Gunstinien takes Aymeric's broken and battered body up onto his horse with ease, immediately turning away from the havoc of this collapsing fortress and riding across the battlefield toward the distant second fortress. With that 12 roll, Aymeric won't suffer from much further serious damage. A few bullets may graze him, and a few enemy swords may get close enough to cut as Estinien whizzes by them, but nothing is too dangerous.
Hermes also collects Meteion up with ease, holding her close as he too turns his horse away from the hopeless fortress with its miserable occupants, dying and captured. Perhaps she can take comfort in knowing that Bass' agonized cries for help haven't been cut off yet; he's still alive, even if that may not last for long. But maybe, horribly, he'll be unimportant enough in the grand scheme of this war to avoid execution.
With her 6 roll, the remaining damage she collects is difficult, but not fatal. A passing enemy's spear will gouge into her leg as they thunder by on horseback, and a bullet whizzes by her head, injuring the feathers there.
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Anyway, the soldiers are still coming toward them, still firing bullets and trying to slash with their blades, but Estinien fires off a blast from his rifle and then jabs several nearby soldiers with his spear, managing to keep the worst of it back. Hermes' horse blasts through the crowd, trampling over some people and knocking others out of the way. He extends a hand out toward Meteion, while Estinien follows shortly behind to gather Aymeric. Hermes is the one to call out with:]
"Give me your hand—!"
[This is your chance to roll for last various bullet, sword or shrapnel injuries during The Escape if you so choose.]
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Gunstinien and Hermes fend off the soldiers coming their way, which brings him sheer relief in the sea of doubt and remorse. The boiling anger roars loudly in his ears, but he focuses on the blue girl in his arms. He lifts Meteion up to be taken by Hermes since it would seem she’s close to blacking out.
I guess he will rag doll for Gunstinien to take him. ]
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But, well, she's without her powers, and this is just that reminder of it. Her body is not the same it was before her arrival in the prism. And yet.. despite it all, the anguish, the suffering, the ever pounding ringing and drain of everything.. she still has that bit of hope. To hear Hermes, to see him, to see that hand extended out has more tears fall.
With Aymeric's help, she reaches for that hand to be taken into the safety that is her creator. Just a moment of safety, a moment of assurance. ]
I-I'm.. sorry, Hermes..
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Hermes also collects Meteion up with ease, holding her close as he too turns his horse away from the hopeless fortress with its miserable occupants, dying and captured. Perhaps she can take comfort in knowing that Bass' agonized cries for help haven't been cut off yet; he's still alive, even if that may not last for long. But maybe, horribly, he'll be unimportant enough in the grand scheme of this war to avoid execution.
With her 6 roll, the remaining damage she collects is difficult, but not fatal. A passing enemy's spear will gouge into her leg as they thunder by on horseback, and a bullet whizzes by her head, injuring the feathers there.
They approach the fortress.]