[ Angled between them, something shifts. A wrenching sharpness in the anchors, the memory of a place that Buck (or the dream of him called home). The Rift shivers, shudders, severs -
A door shut. A line cut. Whatever stands beyond it is gone, and the force of recoil staggers Cedric back. Smoke rises, tearing at the eyes, the breath. He glances to the Maddie-thing, then to branches, beginning to catch. Hate to leave the wraith like this, but makes better sense to run. Prioritize the Rifter. His armor reflects slick shimmers of orange-black.
Make for the river?
[ A real question. Cedric's out of his depth now, and they don't have much time to choose. ]
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[ Angled between them, something shifts. A wrenching sharpness in the anchors, the memory of a place that Buck (or the dream of him called home). The Rift shivers, shudders, severs -
A door shut. A line cut. Whatever stands beyond it is gone, and the force of recoil staggers Cedric back. Smoke rises, tearing at the eyes, the breath. He glances to the Maddie-thing, then to branches, beginning to catch. Hate to leave the wraith like this, but makes better sense to run. Prioritize the Rifter. His armor reflects slick shimmers of orange-black.
Make for the river?
[ A real question. Cedric's out of his depth now, and they don't have much time to choose. ]