Too Early for This

He made sure to be thoughtful in his dealings this time, being careful to only support her rise to a standing position. My, was she petite, so little in stature compared to him. And he thought himself small, a dwarf compared to the lanky counterparts of his gender. But to every man and woman alike, their frames were only due to genetics and had their own strengths and weaknesses. He was sure there was many a thing Mimora could accomplish that he couldn't even lift a finger towards. All the more to her. At her inquiry, he heard another snap of lightning, and his head whipped back to the scene unfolding behind them. They were running, and he saw blood. Too much blood. A fear welled up inside of him, what they were suffering from. His haste hiked up considerably and a hand found the woman's shoulder once more. He turned back to the Magic Original then. "Let us get back to the remaining. Away from the spire. I spot injuries on them and they're going to need all the help they can get. The medics need to be informed immediately." His gaze sharply turned back to the fleeing group. If they could do anything for them now, it would be to prepare the people for their unsightly return. Moses-Joel men of honor are hard to find