Kayla's hand had just slipped into her pack when she heard the blast of fire. Her instincts tingled and she quickly grabbed Dawnbreaker, rolling away from the larger pile of rocks falling, but was struck in the leg by a stray rock. She cried out in pain and gripped her leg as the dust settled.
She dragged herself to the wall opposite of the pile of rubble and leaned back, resting her head against the cold wall. she heard nothing on the other side of the rubble.
"Drathen!" She called, her voice carrying pitifully as her strength waned. "I'm alive. I'm gonna get help, okay? I can't dig through the rocks!"
She lit a ball of light in her hand and glanced around. The cavern had a new wall, alright. Whoever threw that fireball hit the wall, resulting in a cave-in. Assuming Drathen wasn't dead, Kayla intended on helping him. But she was in no condition to help him out like this.
She searched momentarily for her pack, and saw a strap sticking out from under the rubble.
"No, no no no!" she groaned. She crawled over to her pack and yanked. Nothing. She suddenly felt wetness on her hands, and saw liquid pooled beneath her slender hands.
They broke!
This post has been edited by Elisabeth Hollow: Aug 15 2013, 01:37 AM
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