[ Something catches her eye, but it's even further down than she expected. Sinking even deeper. Ciri spots him finally, and realizes with a fresh, icy wave of horror that Viktor is plummeting like a rock, dragged down by his metal brace. He isn't moving.
She dives after him, thrusting her sword out to let its weight pull her faster, but Ciri quickly realizes that same weight is going to be a major hindrance to getting Viktor (and herself) back to the surface. It's one or the other, at this point. If it was only her, she could have figured it out, the lack of scabbard a problem but not an insurmountable one (depending on how far they are from shore, which frankly, she also hasn't had the chance to figure out yet). But already, Ciri knows she cannot carry it and Viktor. The choice is clear.
Ciri releases the hilt of her blade, letting it slip from her grasp and sink into the depths. She doesn't watch. Her eyes are already seeking the hints of green-tinged sunlight again, as both her arms wrap around Viktor and she kicks up, dragging him along.
By the time they break the surface, her lungs and throat are burning, black spots skittering across her vision, heart pounding about to burst. Ciri gasps loudly, ragged, sobbing breaths, clutching Viktor around the middle with one arm while everything else frantically works at keeping them afloat. ]
Viktor! [ Ciri screams at him because she doesn't know what else to do, shaking him roughly into consciousness. ]
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She dives after him, thrusting her sword out to let its weight pull her faster, but Ciri quickly realizes that same weight is going to be a major hindrance to getting Viktor (and herself) back to the surface. It's one or the other, at this point. If it was only her, she could have figured it out, the lack of scabbard a problem but not an insurmountable one (depending on how far they are from shore, which frankly, she also hasn't had the chance to figure out yet). But already, Ciri knows she cannot carry it and Viktor. The choice is clear.
Ciri releases the hilt of her blade, letting it slip from her grasp and sink into the depths. She doesn't watch. Her eyes are already seeking the hints of green-tinged sunlight again, as both her arms wrap around Viktor and she kicks up, dragging him along.
By the time they break the surface, her lungs and throat are burning, black spots skittering across her vision, heart pounding about to burst. Ciri gasps loudly, ragged, sobbing breaths, clutching Viktor around the middle with one arm while everything else frantically works at keeping them afloat. ]
Viktor! [ Ciri screams at him because she doesn't know what else to do, shaking him roughly into consciousness. ]
C'mon, please-- Breathe!