[ She raises her arms up just in time when more of the mirrors breaks and shatters before her, shielding her from the spray of glass, and she leaps back-- only to find herself almost stumbling.
Her gaze whips down, shock crossing her expression briefly when she sees a hand gripping around her ankle. With a shout she tears herself free of its grip, leaping to-- higher ground, hopefully, a bench, the fountain, a tree-- anything that still remains stable. Is the ground cracking out in all directions, is the abyss all-consuming?
Well, more importantly, she looks to see if Berkut is all right or in need of help. She already has a flame ignited in one of the palms of her hands, ready to fire at one of those hands if he can't break free of it himself. ] --Lord Berkut!
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Her gaze whips down, shock crossing her expression briefly when she sees a hand gripping around her ankle. With a shout she tears herself free of its grip, leaping to-- higher ground, hopefully, a bench, the fountain, a tree-- anything that still remains stable. Is the ground cracking out in all directions, is the abyss all-consuming?
Well, more importantly, she looks to see if Berkut is all right or in need of help. She already has a flame ignited in one of the palms of her hands, ready to fire at one of those hands if he can't break free of it himself. ] --Lord Berkut!