[ there's some intense relief when dirk spots a familiar and dear figure seated on the rocks. unfortunately, it doesn't last long at all and he doesn't even have the time to call out, much less hobble over, when a siren has also very clearly taken note of his brother. the relief promptly turns to near-panic alarm.
he can't flashstep with his fucked up bitten leg and he won't make it on time if he tries to fly when it's highly likely he'll pass out halfway there, so that leaves only one option. it's a split-second decision to call upon his aspect, to focus and channel it with far more difficulty than it rightfully should take and send pink-white lightning flying. he's in absolutely no state to be pulling out any souls and the electric arcs are vanishing almost the moment they connect with their target, but just a faint tug is all he needs. that's enough to send the siren screeching back into the water.
and then dirk is very ready to pass the fuck out.
he thinks he maybe does actually black out for a hot second because the next thing he knows his knees and palms are hurting and he's a lot closer to the ground than he previously was, only barely catching himself in time to keep from eating dirt entirely. (or rock, as it were.) which is all kinds of uncool, but not his immediate concern. no, that would be lifting his head and ignoring the vertigo so he can look at dave. ]
You okay, Bro?
[ ... asks the guy currently on his hands and knees. this is fine. ]
during & post-rescue b
he can't flashstep with his fucked up bitten leg and he won't make it on time if he tries to fly when it's highly likely he'll pass out halfway there, so that leaves only one option. it's a split-second decision to call upon his aspect, to focus and channel it with far more difficulty than it rightfully should take and send pink-white lightning flying. he's in absolutely no state to be pulling out any souls and the electric arcs are vanishing almost the moment they connect with their target, but just a faint tug is all he needs. that's enough to send the siren screeching back into the water.
and then dirk is very ready to pass the fuck out.
he thinks he maybe does actually black out for a hot second because the next thing he knows his knees and palms are hurting and he's a lot closer to the ground than he previously was, only barely catching himself in time to keep from eating dirt entirely. (or rock, as it were.) which is all kinds of uncool, but not his immediate concern. no, that would be lifting his head and ignoring the vertigo so he can look at dave. ]
You okay, Bro?
[ ... asks the guy currently on his hands and knees. this is fine. ]