[On the Horizon] All I Feel Is Recoil

"Wha-I-i, I can-" She looks around, things are shifting so fast. Fuck. We need to move. 

And then Rowan stays behind to push her forward, "Wait-Rowan-" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "You better catch up or I will be so mad at you." That might be the most steady her voice has sounded in the last minute. 

She covers her ears, eardrums feeling like they could explode, but so far, she can still hear. Run. Go. NOW. And she's able to follow Kai, leaping forward to get with the rest of the group to build the next trench. But she's not focused, her mind tugging back to Rowan not being immediately with her. What if he gets killed? What if-what if? 

"Shit. Kai, do you still want me to start a fire? Would it help?" She's still feeling shaky and not quite sure of herself. But no, if they needed the thing, she could do the thing. 

Lancelot blinked, eyes watering a bit as pain lightnings through his damaged ears and bile gurgles into his mouth from the vertigo. He vaguely registers Kai gesturing in the ringing silence, but can't ignore his motley member ripping his hand from the weaving ice as the Runnerswift vaulted over the top along with Kai and Linden.

And with that, the damn broke.

Firebringer's short form was boosted with Rowan's surprising strength as she shouted at him, but placed no resistance as she ran. There was no time to say goodbye or chatter. Finn climbed with the advantage of height to get out before the landslide sucked him down. He roared at the Elemental to stop fucking around when he knew what the consequences were for her delay.

The She-Wolf heaved, body splitting into an amalgamation An Idea, the walls of ice splitting and flooding with the absence of Winter, grabbing the drowning Oracle in her maw as the landslide blistered free and dumped into the pit, attempting to brace Rowan against the tide but unfortunately it was coming from all angles, not making a difference. Benjamin was tossed over the top like a ragdoll.


Lancelot exploded with his motley member's shared speed under their own oath, stumbling before Buck relentlessly dragged him like he weighed the same as a feather.

The gold streak charged past Kai, the pair working as one to split the mud a second time; Buck hammering a pit while Lancelot attempted to feed the deep roots of the outskirts of the forest to buttress the tide of the viscous terrain.

Kai's influence stabilized it better with the slipshod foundation, expanding the size and willing more cypress to weave a thick wall as Firebringer stumbled into the growing trench; saying something that wasn't heard in all the frenzied panting and running. The Polychromatic and Sunset Prince barked intent back and forth to synchronize the spinning, Linden synching up as they raised the stone and roots below for a foundation that wouldn't have them sinking in mud. As Finn lands heavily, the foundation raises fully with him, sending the mud below the wooden walkway. Ben mostly falls into the trench, completely covered in mud as he coughs and spins an arching cover of the trench; not so big as to trap the others outside, but angled as such to prevent exploding debris from falling inside.

Once he realizes the She-Wolf isn't there with him, the whites of his eyes are stark against the dark of the shelter.

Neither was Rowan.

In a blink, Rowan was slammed by the torrent of icy rock and sludge; punching into his chest as he braced on instinct. He plugged his nose with the roof on his tongue as he bent into a fetal position, preventing the air from being punched from lungs and triggering the instinct to gasp. He could tell he was spinning, vertigo throwing his point of reference off as pebbles and twigs and something slimy grates against his skin, the force of nine feet of mud piling on top of him.

Rattling in the cyclone, he kicked off something solid, weathering the seconds as old knowledge whispered that the shelling was coming. Swimming felt like digging, trying to part the viscous crush of wriggling rats, reeds and branches, groping in a void until his hands clawed at fur. Without even thinking, the Darkling scurried up the wall of the monster like a rat himself, heaving the final push as gravity tried to prevent him from breaching the surface. His nose was almost flattened from all the mud that caked his features, spitting as gasping as he tipped forward and crawled on all fours to pick up speed in shallow waters, praying he wouldn't hit a drop-off like Danica had while the Wyrd was called upon. Bones and tissue crackled and twisted as the skin became encased in black ice, body dissolving in a shadow cocoon as the Darkling exploded forth with animalistic speed.


A mass of roaring mouths and gnashing teeth rose behind him, mud flying as the Ogre casually stepped from the dwarfed trench. Hair and meat rapidly aged and rotted, sloughing off from the jogging skeleton of the massive Wolf as the corpse burst into ash and fiery leaves on the wind.

A red light pulsed, throwing the swamp into darkness and crimson silhouette.

An explosion tosses him weightlessly into the air, the bright wind of Fall screeched among the torrential rain of death and shrapnel as the Knight of Lores flooded into the trench...

Followed by Rowan somersaulting into the bed of leaves.