The count dissipates into shadow, other bodies descend, and it sincerely doesn't matter to Lambert very much at the moment -- his attention's still fixed on the pillar, his goal set in his mind. Someone else can worry about the ritual; someone else can worry about the crow sisters, and the Count bleeding into shadows. He's aware of the flurry of activity, and he feels the Earth Spirit's own hope rising in his chest, though there's still a bit of concern at the back of his mind about where the pendant is now...
Like a complete asshole who has no idea what the concepts of 'teamwork' or even 'cooperation for mutual goals' means or looks like, Lambert's going to run wide past the sisters, right for that grotesque, blood-stained pillar holding Childermass bound, and stabs his sword right into the ice with a shout--
(He can't actually hear himself, but for anyone in the vicinity who's in any state to hear, it's pretty much 'FUCK YOU AND FUCK THIS.')
-- and the pillar turns into into a tower of snow, glowing and holding still for few heartbeats as the sword sinks into it, before it bursts outward. Even in the impromptu miniature snowstorm, Lambert doesn't loses sight of his goal, and he lunges forward for the dark shape that drops when the pillar disintegrates.
Although Childermass lands in his arms like the world's largest, impossibly gangly frozen salmon, Lambert manages to keep both of them from slamming into the ground. Unfortunately, that's all he's able to do, because as he opens his mouth to say something -- call out to his sister, try to wake up Childermass, something -- he doubles over, frowns, and coughs blood right onto Childermass's already-bloody chest.
Ah. Fuck.
And with that, his eyes roll back up in his head and his grip on Childermass loosens as he folding right down into the snow, the last of Earth Spirit's strength leaves him before it can burn him out. Although if someone were to step on his head right now after all those dramatics it would be a spectacularly pathetic way to go.
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Like a complete asshole who has no idea what the concepts of 'teamwork' or even 'cooperation for mutual goals' means or looks like, Lambert's going to run wide past the sisters, right for that grotesque, blood-stained pillar holding Childermass bound, and stabs his sword right into the ice with a shout--
(He can't actually hear himself, but for anyone in the vicinity who's in any state to hear, it's pretty much 'FUCK YOU AND FUCK THIS.')
-- and the pillar turns into into a tower of snow, glowing and holding still for few heartbeats as the sword sinks into it, before it bursts outward. Even in the impromptu miniature snowstorm, Lambert doesn't loses sight of his goal, and he lunges forward for the dark shape that drops when the pillar disintegrates.
Although Childermass lands in his arms like the world's largest, impossibly gangly frozen salmon, Lambert manages to keep both of them from slamming into the ground. Unfortunately, that's all he's able to do, because as he opens his mouth to say something -- call out to his sister, try to wake up Childermass, something -- he doubles over, frowns, and coughs blood right onto Childermass's already-bloody chest.
Ah. Fuck.
And with that, his eyes roll back up in his head and his grip on Childermass loosens as he folding right down into the snow, the last of Earth Spirit's strength leaves him before it can burn him out. Although if someone were to step on his head right now after all those dramatics it would be a spectacularly pathetic way to go.