[ Well. At least there's that. At least it isn't Dean's fault, what happens next.
And it happens all at once.
The device lands, bounces, and begins to glow, little metal bits shifting and expanding. Ciri understands what it is. She considers, for a split second, making a dash for Dean and portalling them both out, even with the consideration that they might end up in the ocean again. Pivots on the toe of her boot as soon as she lands, toward Dean--
Only to have the body of the final bandit crashing between them, atop the device, while Dean fucking grows wings. A flash of brilliant white in the smoke. Ciri opens her mouth to call his name again; it becomes a shout of surprise when something unseen strikes her, and she goes sailing through the open door, the heat from the blast following almost immediately.
Ciri lands with a yelp, skidding across the cobblestone walkway into the lawn, instinctively curling and covering her head as rubble explodes in all directions. Smoke and blood fill the air above, while she fumbles through the shock to form the sign for Quen and shield herself from at least some of it.
Fuck. Dean.
Staggering to her feet, one arm over her face, Ciri surveys the damage. There's a whole chunk missing now. The building leaning dangerously. When she tries to run forward, the sheer force of the heat comes up like a wall, and she chokes, dashing around the side to try to see beyond the raging fire for a glimpse of Dean or wings or anything. ]
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And it happens all at once.
The device lands, bounces, and begins to glow, little metal bits shifting and expanding. Ciri understands what it is. She considers, for a split second, making a dash for Dean and portalling them both out, even with the consideration that they might end up in the ocean again. Pivots on the toe of her boot as soon as she lands, toward Dean--
Only to have the body of the final bandit crashing between them, atop the device, while Dean fucking grows wings. A flash of brilliant white in the smoke. Ciri opens her mouth to call his name again; it becomes a shout of surprise when something unseen strikes her, and she goes sailing through the open door, the heat from the blast following almost immediately.
Ciri lands with a yelp, skidding across the cobblestone walkway into the lawn, instinctively curling and covering her head as rubble explodes in all directions. Smoke and blood fill the air above, while she fumbles through the shock to form the sign for Quen and shield herself from at least some of it.
Fuck. Dean.
Staggering to her feet, one arm over her face, Ciri surveys the damage. There's a whole chunk missing now. The building leaning dangerously. When she tries to run forward, the sheer force of the heat comes up like a wall, and she chokes, dashing around the side to try to see beyond the raging fire for a glimpse of Dean or wings or anything. ]
Dean!!