[ There's only so many directions Sylvain's exhausted attention can focus right now and it had been fully focused on moving the rock and not reopening the worst of his wounds in the process. So when the warning comes, his reaction is slower than normal, sluggish almost.
But the delay - as the warning is echoed in his head, what the hells? - means he's still standing beside Louis when the other man staggers. Sylvain reaches out on instinct, attempting to steady him, or maybe push him safely out of the way. But it also means he's still right there as the limb descends, searching.
He's knocked back, feeling a sharp pain searing along his nerves as one of the jagged edges scrapes against his unprotected side. He's slammed back against the boulder, pinned to it with how the limb has come down, the breath knocked from his lungs from the impact. He manages to grunt out a curse as his hands lift to grapple with it, trying to push it off of him to free himself. ]
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But the delay - as the warning is echoed in his head, what the hells? - means he's still standing beside Louis when the other man staggers. Sylvain reaches out on instinct, attempting to steady him, or maybe push him safely out of the way. But it also means he's still right there as the limb descends, searching.
He's knocked back, feeling a sharp pain searing along his nerves as one of the jagged edges scrapes against his unprotected side. He's slammed back against the boulder, pinned to it with how the limb has come down, the breath knocked from his lungs from the impact. He manages to grunt out a curse as his hands lift to grapple with it, trying to push it off of him to free himself. ]