[ A click of his tongue is drowned out by another wave crashing against creaking wood, throwing him back against the rough wall and into a stumble down the last few steps. Shit.
If forced to choose between caution and action he already knows which he'll side with, and it's that knowledge that has him plunging forward into rapidly rising water. What was once just two feet is now fast approaching three, and they're now two men who are incredibly short of time. ]
Okay, okay– [ Fabric plasters itself to his legs as he struggles to wade through the unnaturally thick water, cursing himself and every second of this mess they've found themselves in as his feet catch on something hard and he all but falls against the teen he's trying to save, a hand roughly clapping onto his shoulder. ]
Jonas? Just hold on, okay, we're gonna' get the hell out of here... [ That sword has seemed to vanish from sight as both hands are plunged into the water to try to feel for the chain that has Jonas tethered to the wall, teeth grit when he realizes what his next move is forced to be. A deep breath heralds his sudden plunge beneath the surface, fingers following links until they reach the wooden board that's bulged out and splintered around the chain. His fist against the wood does nothing, nor does a rough yank at metal, so while the prospect of using magic is unappealing – it's been such a heavy drain on him since his arrival, it feels – he's left without a choice.
A soft light beneath the surface of the water marks the ice magic that envelops metal and renders it more brittle, and a sudden brighter flash is the follow-up that actually works: a dagger summoned right against the chilled block, piercing through the chain and not a moment too soon.
He gasps when he surfaces with a fumbled grab at Jonas's equally heavy, water-laden clothing, doing what he can to yank him up to his feet. ]
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If forced to choose between caution and action he already knows which he'll side with, and it's that knowledge that has him plunging forward into rapidly rising water. What was once just two feet is now fast approaching three, and they're now two men who are incredibly short of time. ]
Okay, okay– [ Fabric plasters itself to his legs as he struggles to wade through the unnaturally thick water, cursing himself and every second of this mess they've found themselves in as his feet catch on something hard and he all but falls against the teen he's trying to save, a hand roughly clapping onto his shoulder. ]
Jonas? Just hold on, okay, we're gonna' get the hell out of here... [ That sword has seemed to vanish from sight as both hands are plunged into the water to try to feel for the chain that has Jonas tethered to the wall, teeth grit when he realizes what his next move is forced to be. A deep breath heralds his sudden plunge beneath the surface, fingers following links until they reach the wooden board that's bulged out and splintered around the chain. His fist against the wood does nothing, nor does a rough yank at metal, so while the prospect of using magic is unappealing – it's been such a heavy drain on him since his arrival, it feels – he's left without a choice.
A soft light beneath the surface of the water marks the ice magic that envelops metal and renders it more brittle, and a sudden brighter flash is the follow-up that actually works: a dagger summoned right against the chilled block, piercing through the chain and not a moment too soon.
He gasps when he surfaces with a fumbled grab at Jonas's equally heavy, water-laden clothing, doing what he can to yank him up to his feet. ]
Shit, come on, I've got you–