She began to feel light-headed, a numb state of shock falling over her like a cotton veil. In that moment, nothing felt real. The haze clouded her judgment and kept her limbs locked, frozen in a state of fearful denial.
The blaze of a nearby comet sent crumbles of soil flying, falling again like a spatter of rain over its stunned victim. There was a dim squeak of panic as she felt it, and it was a bare miracle that the mass did not strike closer. Several of its like continued their relentless descent, a harrowing series of messengers to the beast that emerged over the distant Carteneau. The environment was in absolute chaos, with each dreaded bombardment missing the two by an unseen union of mercy and luck.
The Miqo'te felt pressure on her shoulders, which jerked her head up from behind her arms. It was a pull back to reality, as large eyes widened further and ears swiveled instinctively forward. Another too-near collision sent a yelp to her throat, her gaze frantic as it stared blankly beyond the Hyur's visage. A part of her may have been content to accept her own life's end here, but the stakes had suddenly risen. Not wishing to doom them both by her inaction, she clenched her jaw and willed her legs to move, in spite of their quaking protests to the contrary.
She was on her feet, but that was the extent of her ability. The usual faculties she used in navigation were distorted beyond recognition; the smell of ash and static combined with the piercing sounds of combustion to render three of her five senses useless. Summoning up a helpless sense of courage, she shouted back, "You! Go! Run away!" A thick accent clipped her words at the command, her head shaking. "Run now! Go to the city! Go!" The petite girl flung her arms out in front of her in an attempt to brush him away, the cognizance of her own liability straining her voice. "Run!"
She knew she couldn't make it alone, but he likely could. In her own mind, this was the only option, refusing to be a burden within such a treacherous circumstance.
The blaze of a nearby comet sent crumbles of soil flying, falling again like a spatter of rain over its stunned victim. There was a dim squeak of panic as she felt it, and it was a bare miracle that the mass did not strike closer. Several of its like continued their relentless descent, a harrowing series of messengers to the beast that emerged over the distant Carteneau. The environment was in absolute chaos, with each dreaded bombardment missing the two by an unseen union of mercy and luck.
The Miqo'te felt pressure on her shoulders, which jerked her head up from behind her arms. It was a pull back to reality, as large eyes widened further and ears swiveled instinctively forward. Another too-near collision sent a yelp to her throat, her gaze frantic as it stared blankly beyond the Hyur's visage. A part of her may have been content to accept her own life's end here, but the stakes had suddenly risen. Not wishing to doom them both by her inaction, she clenched her jaw and willed her legs to move, in spite of their quaking protests to the contrary.
She was on her feet, but that was the extent of her ability. The usual faculties she used in navigation were distorted beyond recognition; the smell of ash and static combined with the piercing sounds of combustion to render three of her five senses useless. Summoning up a helpless sense of courage, she shouted back, "You! Go! Run away!" A thick accent clipped her words at the command, her head shaking. "Run now! Go to the city! Go!" The petite girl flung her arms out in front of her in an attempt to brush him away, the cognizance of her own liability straining her voice. "Run!"
She knew she couldn't make it alone, but he likely could. In her own mind, this was the only option, refusing to be a burden within such a treacherous circumstance.
