What's left of the group of Tuckers disappears abruptly, and Wash is yanked off his feet, lifted into the air and-
And over the evacuation area. Son of a bitch is done targeting them and has moved on to going after civilians - the last of the kidnapped people who need to get out of this crumbling hellscape.
Wash sure hopes this bastard can hear through his shadow tentacles, because his next few words are quiet, soaked in venom and snarled out through gritted teeth. "You should've died with your world."
He tears himself free, falls, lands hard in the evac zone with a jolt that rattles his wounds and makes him hiss, and rolls to his feet. No time to waste. If Community Theater Cthulu wants a show, then he can goddamn well have one.
"GET TO THE MIDDLE OF THE STREETS AWAY FROM THE BUILDINGS AND KEEP MOVING! IF ANYONE FALLS, PICK THEM UP! WE'RE GETTING OUT OF THIS TOGETHER!"
It's a damn good thing Thaumaturgy is a cantrip, because it's been his go-to for this whole stupid affair. He finds someone trapped under debris, upends the building scrap off of her like she's nothing, and pulls her to her feet. The woman doesn't wait to thank him - just takes off running towards the evac point, stopping only to scoop a frightened child into her arms before she picks up the pace again.
Good. One down, God only knows how many more to go, and one cosmic asshole presiding over it all. He doesn't stop to worry about it - doesn't stop to think about how much this is like Thay, except Thay had been an unmitigated disaster so this can't be like Thay - and just keeps moving, helping who he can.
cw: death threats? kind of?
And over the evacuation area. Son of a bitch is done targeting them and has moved on to going after civilians - the last of the kidnapped people who need to get out of this crumbling hellscape.
Wash sure hopes this bastard can hear through his shadow tentacles, because his next few words are quiet, soaked in venom and snarled out through gritted teeth. "You should've died with your world."
He tears himself free, falls, lands hard in the evac zone with a jolt that rattles his wounds and makes him hiss, and rolls to his feet. No time to waste. If Community Theater Cthulu wants a show, then he can goddamn well have one.
"GET TO THE MIDDLE OF THE STREETS AWAY FROM THE BUILDINGS AND KEEP MOVING! IF ANYONE FALLS, PICK THEM UP! WE'RE GETTING OUT OF THIS TOGETHER!"
It's a damn good thing Thaumaturgy is a cantrip, because it's been his go-to for this whole stupid affair. He finds someone trapped under debris, upends the building scrap off of her like she's nothing, and pulls her to her feet. The woman doesn't wait to thank him - just takes off running towards the evac point, stopping only to scoop a frightened child into her arms before she picks up the pace again.
Good. One down, God only knows how many more to go, and one cosmic asshole presiding over it all. He doesn't stop to worry about it - doesn't stop to think about how much this is like Thay, except Thay had been an unmitigated disaster so this can't be like Thay - and just keeps moving, helping who he can.