The rate at which the flames impacted with the ground and the sea intensified. Nero couldn't hear what the Miqo'te was shouting over the din of explosions and the shockwave, but from her wild gesturing and frantic flailing of her arms, he could guess at her intent. At any other time, the thaumaturge might have considered the situation humorous. He and this Miqo'te knew each other not. They were literal strangers, wanderers, and the only thing that brought them together was an event that seemed like the end of the world.
Grimly, Nero peered across the coastline. The tremors had definitely made their mark; far off in the horizon, an approaching wall of water made itself visible. From this distance the tsunami looked tiny, but Nero had been in enough journeys at see to know that the size was very deceptive. If the flames and the tremors didn't kill them, the unrelenting waves might.
He knelt down to stabilise his footing, even as the ground continued to shake and flames continued to rain from Dalamud's apparent explosion. The Miqo'te was standing now, her mouth still opening and closing, her arms insistent, even as the repeated shockwaves rippled her lilac hair past her face, but the Midlander was not about to abandon a young girl in this situation. Ignoring any protests that might have come out of her--not that he could hear her anyway--Nero suddenly swept his left arm under her legs, supporting the frail Miqo'te's back with his right as he stood up. She was a thin, spindly thing. Even in the chaos, Nero could not help but note with concern how light she was. He flexed his right arm as much as he could in an attempt to turn the young girl's head into his shoulder to shield her head from the blast, and broke into a loping run towards Limsa Lominsa. The gate was not overly far, but there was still some distance to be covered.
The heat from the myriad of explosions began to grow more oppressive, each blast causing the loose folds of Nero's robes to whip past the pair. He grit his teeth, ignoring the flames and doing his utmost to stay solely focused on making it to the city.
Grimly, Nero peered across the coastline. The tremors had definitely made their mark; far off in the horizon, an approaching wall of water made itself visible. From this distance the tsunami looked tiny, but Nero had been in enough journeys at see to know that the size was very deceptive. If the flames and the tremors didn't kill them, the unrelenting waves might.
He knelt down to stabilise his footing, even as the ground continued to shake and flames continued to rain from Dalamud's apparent explosion. The Miqo'te was standing now, her mouth still opening and closing, her arms insistent, even as the repeated shockwaves rippled her lilac hair past her face, but the Midlander was not about to abandon a young girl in this situation. Ignoring any protests that might have come out of her--not that he could hear her anyway--Nero suddenly swept his left arm under her legs, supporting the frail Miqo'te's back with his right as he stood up. She was a thin, spindly thing. Even in the chaos, Nero could not help but note with concern how light she was. He flexed his right arm as much as he could in an attempt to turn the young girl's head into his shoulder to shield her head from the blast, and broke into a loping run towards Limsa Lominsa. The gate was not overly far, but there was still some distance to be covered.
The heat from the myriad of explosions began to grow more oppressive, each blast causing the loose folds of Nero's robes to whip past the pair. He grit his teeth, ignoring the flames and doing his utmost to stay solely focused on making it to the city.
