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Yurick had doubted that the energy expanding outward from the chasm had anything to do with the Outside from the start. It was Dagran's pushing and Zael's enthusiasm that had landed him at the edge of the chained area in the first place and he had been wanting, wishing to go back from the moment they'd merely left Lazulis. Perhaps, if he had shown a little more backbone and more concretely explained why it was exactly that he hadn't wished to come, he wouldn't be where he is now.
Which would be danging over the side of said chasm with Zael screaming 20 feet away for him to hang on just a little longer.
Fingers are slipping and Reptids just keep coming, some ignoring him and others clambering around and merely watching, waiting for him to fall and kicking his hand down whenever he attempts to grab a second hold. He's going to die here, with the stain of blood still prominent upon his very name and not a corpse around to be buried. A pitiful death, yet somehow fitting for someone of his occupation. However that does not mean he isn't scared, no. In fact he's terrified. Death is in the job description yet he's never truly understood what it's like to have it snapping at his ankles like this, with no healer around and no one to catch him. It's just a drop, and he's gone.
A swallow.
"Zael, I-I can't hold on much longer--!" His fingers are slipping, what was once four fingers in a firm grip is now two with a loose hold and Zael is trying, Yurick can see over the edge of the abyss, to reach him but it's in vain. Too slow, and perhaps it's Yurick's fault for not being more vigilant, but this is how it ends--a startled yelp, a yell of Zael's name, and he's falling into the darkest black he's ever been faced with.
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A single ice colored hue opens, taking in the blurred sight of plant life mixed with concrete and dirt as an aching body forces itself into an upright position. The memory of falling blurs with a black area where he cannot recall ever hitting the ground, yet here he is, sitting in what seems to be an abandoned building, a relic of something great once, and it's with a downward tilt of the lips that he comes to his feet.
Dead--that's what he should be, yet something tells him this isn't the afterlife, or at least he hopes whatever lies beyond the void has extended beyond a decayed monument to history.
He takes a step forward, uncovered eye wandering the area surrounding him and there's bit a prick in the back of his mind that says he isn't safe, that even here--wherever here is--there is no time for breath, before he's suddenly not alone.
Two monsters, armored, sturdy, fall into a two-man horizontal line at the opposite end of the room and Yurick barely has time to register what's going on before he's being run at. Lucky for him he's learned a thing or two about standing still from several encounters where it near cost him his life and he ducks, rolls to the side and finds shelter behind a rock of decent size. A deep breath and he's moving again, dodging a spear that breaks the stone in half and there's no time to worry about just how strong these things are as he scampers to the corner of the room, readying his fire magic the moment he's far enough away.
Just in time, he releases, a Meteor hitting the beast square in the face and he drops to the ground, watching it stumble back and the ivy around them has caught flame but he hardly cares. It doesn't last long, almost immediately back on it's feet and Yurick wonders what exactly that armor is made of but there isn't time to think because--
oh. There's two. He'd forgotten that.
--he's grabbed by the neck and thrown up against the wall, air knocked out of his lungs and he can't find the concentration needed to must up a fireball. Everything is spinning, and he wonders if it's possible to cheat death twice in the same day, as his eye notes a spear being pulled back, aimed for his heart and there's a sharp 'no' that escapes his lips as he begins to lose consciousness.
His hands stop fighting to push the beast away, the grunting of the first one in the background fills his ears and this must be what drowning feels like, as a pallid lid closes over an azure optic and he prays to a god he isn't sure he believes in that the death that finds him makes it quick.
