The party snapped close with the heavy thud of catgut against steel. The angry whistle of loose fletching tore through the air and spat angry flecks of stone near Caro's head. He was caught completely flat footed, he scrambled, his will half focused and lashed out attempting to place a wall between him and the hail of bolts from the alley. Screaming pain and weight drove him back during the spell however, and stone half formed melted into a sludge wave of pyroclasm. Brutal heat hit him immediately, and he staggered away from it back toward the wagon. He ducked under the wagon, sheltering beneath the wheels, the angry nail of in his stomach nearly made him pass out as he bent down, but he managed to get himself underneath.
The impromtu flame wave was already spreading through the street. Even this barn here smoldered along his eastern wall. Confused guards poured into the street and began to search for buckets and troughs. The raw influx of confused bodies into the street drove the entire area into mass confusion. One way traffic filled the streets, and horses and carts tore angrily through the crowds. Caro dragged his hand off of his side and stared at it in the rudy glow of the night. Sopping wet and near black. They had to get going quick. He planted his elbow and kicked his leg, sliding himself on his ass across the ground, his other hand over his wound.
Against everything his body told him he forced himself to stand, pushing up from off the edge of the wagon. He saw his scupltor in the back of the wagon. He reached out to him and he grabbed his hand and tried to drag Caro into the wagon, but the slick awful on his hand caused him to slip and caro smashed his face into the rail, he drapped there a moment before he felt two sets of hands drag him in to the now rolling wagon. He could hear screaming and the crunch of metal on cobble, but he saw no more. He heard Esme around him, but he could not understand her. He stared upward toward the top of the lurching wagon, breathing ragged and feeling only pain and fear
The impromtu flame wave was already spreading through the street. Even this barn here smoldered along his eastern wall. Confused guards poured into the street and began to search for buckets and troughs. The raw influx of confused bodies into the street drove the entire area into mass confusion. One way traffic filled the streets, and horses and carts tore angrily through the crowds. Caro dragged his hand off of his side and stared at it in the rudy glow of the night. Sopping wet and near black. They had to get going quick. He planted his elbow and kicked his leg, sliding himself on his ass across the ground, his other hand over his wound.
Against everything his body told him he forced himself to stand, pushing up from off the edge of the wagon. He saw his scupltor in the back of the wagon. He reached out to him and he grabbed his hand and tried to drag Caro into the wagon, but the slick awful on his hand caused him to slip and caro smashed his face into the rail, he drapped there a moment before he felt two sets of hands drag him in to the now rolling wagon. He could hear screaming and the crunch of metal on cobble, but he saw no more. He heard Esme around him, but he could not understand her. He stared upward toward the top of the lurching wagon, breathing ragged and feeling only pain and fear
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