it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
Ronin's struggles are spirited at first, the sort of desperate scrambling that floods the body with adrenaline, lending extra strength, however short lived. But it is short-lived in the end, and as Remi is thrown back and prevented from interfering, he'll see Ronin's struggles become more sluggish and uncoordinated, the show host slapping uselessly at the side of the well as he tries to pull himself free.
The spill of water comes a split-second too late.
Sloshing over the well and soaking Ronin's shoes and pants - and yes, crucially, cleaning away the blood from the runes - the invisible force drops as if it was never there. A noise like shrieking fills the basement, both high and low at the same time, and upstairs a sudden square of light pools down towards them as the door finally flings itself open.
A stale gust of air, vicious and too coordinated to be accidental, rushes past Isla and the crew as they start to descend. Ronin, still and quiet, is still slumped over the side of the well, his head submerged beneath the rusty water.
The spill of water comes a split-second too late.
Sloshing over the well and soaking Ronin's shoes and pants - and yes, crucially, cleaning away the blood from the runes - the invisible force drops as if it was never there. A noise like shrieking fills the basement, both high and low at the same time, and upstairs a sudden square of light pools down towards them as the door finally flings itself open.
A stale gust of air, vicious and too coordinated to be accidental, rushes past Isla and the crew as they start to descend. Ronin, still and quiet, is still slumped over the side of the well, his head submerged beneath the rusty water.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
