[It happened quickly, but the man's reaction times were much better than the average and that really went to his advantage. Perhaps he was beating himself up, silently cursing his bad luck and taking a mental note on the fact that if he ever picked a new location for a 'date' he was going to jump around every possible corner to make sure the floor could at least support their weight.
He sniffed the air to make sure there was no scent of blood, then tried to fully assest the damages. He was hurt, yes, but his body was still fully functional, if his bones were cracked they would recover and his armor protected him from any sharp shard of rock and splinter. With a 'oh' he realized a pointy piece of wood was dangling above them and instinctively pushed himself and the cleric to the side to make sure he was safe from accidental stabbing.
I'm good... I'm good.
[He didn't let her go, part of his brain knew it was the natural normal reaction of someone pursuing another, but at the moment he was more processing the fact he almost accidentally killed their de facto leader. How was he even supposed to go back to camp if anything happened to her? He was going to lose... everything. The vampire took another deep breath, trying to hold any hiss of pain when she removed her claws from his flesh, and focused on her.
Priorities, priorities, he could think about how scared he got for a moment once they were safe.]
Try to get up, mh? I'll give you support, dear. I...
[His senses were sharp and he could still pick sounds from around them, distant but present. Whatever was lurking below Candlekeep, they just alerted it lunch was ready. Now making sure she got out of that mess was a priority- he could probably misty step back to the surface, there was a plank that was just the right angle for him to jump, but... but she was his literal life insurance.]
You don't know any spell to jump around, right? [Note to self, part two: making sure to keep a misty step, a feather fall and a jump scrolls with him if they ever managed a second 'date'. He reached to caress his cheek, taking advantage of their closeness but not lingering in the contact for too long.] It's okay, I got you covered, but we can't stay here.
[His hands were already moving toward the daggers, whatever was in the catacombs was moving toward them. Slowly but steadily.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 01:35 pm (UTC)He sniffed the air to make sure there was no scent of blood, then tried to fully assest the damages. He was hurt, yes, but his body was still fully functional, if his bones were cracked they would recover and his armor protected him from any sharp shard of rock and splinter. With a 'oh' he realized a pointy piece of wood was dangling above them and instinctively pushed himself and the cleric to the side to make sure he was safe from accidental stabbing.
I'm good... I'm good.
[He didn't let her go, part of his brain knew it was the natural normal reaction of someone pursuing another, but at the moment he was more processing the fact he almost accidentally killed their de facto leader. How was he even supposed to go back to camp if anything happened to her? He was going to lose... everything. The vampire took another deep breath, trying to hold any hiss of pain when she removed her claws from his flesh, and focused on her.
Priorities, priorities, he could think about how scared he got for a moment once they were safe.]
Try to get up, mh? I'll give you support, dear. I...
[His senses were sharp and he could still pick sounds from around them, distant but present. Whatever was lurking below Candlekeep, they just alerted it lunch was ready. Now making sure she got out of that mess was a priority- he could probably misty step back to the surface, there was a plank that was just the right angle for him to jump, but... but she was his literal life insurance.]
You don't know any spell to jump around, right? [Note to self, part two: making sure to keep a misty step, a feather fall and a jump scrolls with him if they ever managed a second 'date'. He reached to caress his cheek, taking advantage of their closeness but not lingering in the contact for too long.] It's okay, I got you covered, but we can't stay here.
[His hands were already moving toward the daggers, whatever was in the catacombs was moving toward them. Slowly but steadily.]