KAIMANA
Things that were maybe not a good plan.
1. Walking closer to the giant mud monster.
2. Attempting to talk down said giant mud monster.
3. Getting slapped in the chest with a huge chunk of ice when said mud monster exploded a wall of said ice into a hundred thousands of said huge chunks.
It thwumps you right in the chest, sending you flying backward into the ground. Which usually would not be a terrible idea, but the ground is covered with broken wood and rocks and such... one of which your head strikes firmly, leaving you a bit unconscious for a minute or two. Not the first time, not the last, but definitely not what you planned to do with your first Fiat Lux festival.
When you come to you are no longer on the ground, which is an improvement. You are, however, being held by a very tall man you don't immediately recognize who is in turn being screamed at by a voice you definitely recognize. Panic and alarm filling your face at the sound of you sister's distress, you slip around in Sunjata's arms, suddenly animated and rather desperate as you scramble to escape your prison and reach your sister's side. "'I'O!" you call back in reply, "'S okay! I'm okay! 'S gonna be okay!"
If you manage to escape Sunjata's grip you will scramble to her despite your two fractured ribs and bruised sternum and recent concussion, wrapping your arms around her protectively, your expression almost close to feral as you glare up at anyone who attempts to separate you again.
1. Walking closer to the giant mud monster.
2. Attempting to talk down said giant mud monster.
3. Getting slapped in the chest with a huge chunk of ice when said mud monster exploded a wall of said ice into a hundred thousands of said huge chunks.
It thwumps you right in the chest, sending you flying backward into the ground. Which usually would not be a terrible idea, but the ground is covered with broken wood and rocks and such... one of which your head strikes firmly, leaving you a bit unconscious for a minute or two. Not the first time, not the last, but definitely not what you planned to do with your first Fiat Lux festival.
When you come to you are no longer on the ground, which is an improvement. You are, however, being held by a very tall man you don't immediately recognize who is in turn being screamed at by a voice you definitely recognize. Panic and alarm filling your face at the sound of you sister's distress, you slip around in Sunjata's arms, suddenly animated and rather desperate as you scramble to escape your prison and reach your sister's side. "'I'O!" you call back in reply, "'S okay! I'm okay! 'S gonna be okay!"
If you manage to escape Sunjata's grip you will scramble to her despite your two fractured ribs and bruised sternum and recent concussion, wrapping your arms around her protectively, your expression almost close to feral as you glare up at anyone who attempts to separate you again.
