@hallagold wanted to [ rescue ] sio
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cleaning up the antaam in treviso is their next step to freeing their home. with the butcher dead and the rat dealt with, a lot of the antaam have left the city. some, however, are remaining entrenched. which leads to altercations like this one, the two of them, knives drawn, air crackling with alessio's magic- it's a good fight. they both love a good fight.
he slices cleanly through the next of an antaam and as they crumple, spies a gaatlok canon behind them, wielded by another soldier. it's not pointing at him, though. the explosive is aimed up and he follows the arc to watch it detonate on the roof above. a gargoyle teeters and falls and sio can already see where it's going to land.
" teia! " he, ignoring all sense, turns his back on the enemy in favour of blinking towards the talon, appearing next to her with enough concussive force to knock her out of the way, turning the deadly chunk of falling rock into several less deadly pieces of falling rock.
less deadly, but no less painful as he's knocked to the ground and there's a moment of disconnect between the crunch from his lower leg as rubble lands on it and the pain that follows. " joder- "
the canon wielding antaam is dispatched and then teia is there beside him, he uses magic to shove the chunk of gargoyle aside and tries not to wince at the protruding bone. " i don't think that's meant to look like that, " he says. at least his sense of humour is intact.
teia curls an arm under his back and he around her shoulders, it's a testament to her stance and training that he's able to use her to pull himself to stand. agonisingly. he leans on her. deep breath. breathe through the pain. he can only imagine the chiding he's about to get, once she's finished dragging him home, that is. and drag she does.