( If she had the right vantage point, if she looked up at the right moment, Nadine might see Dean's eyes flashing a very familiar yellow. Something in him surges, adrenaline spikes, and he moves fast. In the same clean, fluid motion he plucks the sword from the ground with his right hand, spins, and catches her around the middle with his left, whirling her behind him.
The flaming blade is impaled to the fucking hilt within the worm's side as it writhes overhead, slicing through flesh, smothering the flame on the blade as it sears capillaries and blood vessels shut. He yanks the sword out and kicks off, hoisting the both of them off the ground to the tune of beating wings and rustling feathers.
He can feel her blood spilling down across the place his forearm's locked around her waist. She's hurt. The worm is gargantuan in size. He's not sticking around to try and fight it, not like this. They're not the only ones out here. Someone else will be the one to take the beast down, that's not his job. His job right now is to get her to safety.
The fifteen or twenty feet between them and the ground is a testament to him slowly getting over his fear of heights and flying, so at least that's a silver lining. Small consolation prize, progress is progress. )
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The flaming blade is impaled to the fucking hilt within the worm's side as it writhes overhead, slicing through flesh, smothering the flame on the blade as it sears capillaries and blood vessels shut. He yanks the sword out and kicks off, hoisting the both of them off the ground to the tune of beating wings and rustling feathers.
He can feel her blood spilling down across the place his forearm's locked around her waist. She's hurt. The worm is gargantuan in size. He's not sticking around to try and fight it, not like this. They're not the only ones out here. Someone else will be the one to take the beast down, that's not his job. His job right now is to get her to safety.
The fifteen or twenty feet between them and the ground is a testament to him slowly getting over his fear of heights and flying, so at least that's a silver lining. Small consolation prize, progress is progress. )