Mithrun manages, at least, to push himself up on one shaking arm, his other hand clutching the front of his coat. Suddenly, his head is spinning. His chest feels constricted.
Something is wrong.
His ears twitch toward the direction of Popp's voice. Answering will give up any illusion that Popp is on his own-- but that ship may already have sailed. Furthermore, if he doesn't respond, the kid may well assume that nothing has changed, and he still has Mithrun backing him up.
Mithrun drags in a ragged breath, and calls back. "We need t-"
Something crunches in the snow by Mithrun. His gaze flits to the approaching Devourer, and he pries his hand away from his chest to grab for... anything. The nearest branch broken away by his fall. He snatches it from the ground and casts.
He was aiming for the ID, of course, but, honestly, who knows where it actually goes. Not like Mithrun will be conscious to see it, after forcing a spell on the last dregs of his mana.
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Something is wrong.
His ears twitch toward the direction of Popp's voice. Answering will give up any illusion that Popp is on his own-- but that ship may already have sailed. Furthermore, if he doesn't respond, the kid may well assume that nothing has changed, and he still has Mithrun backing him up.
Mithrun drags in a ragged breath, and calls back. "We need t-"
Something crunches in the snow by Mithrun. His gaze flits to the approaching Devourer, and he pries his hand away from his chest to grab for... anything. The nearest branch broken away by his fall. He snatches it from the ground and casts.
He was aiming for the ID, of course, but, honestly, who knows where it actually goes. Not like Mithrun will be conscious to see it, after forcing a spell on the last dregs of his mana.