“For fuck’s sake—” Lambert curses as others rush on ahead, then glances to anyone else who hasn’t immediately run forward.
“Keep an eye out. Somehow, I don’t think that door’s the only thing Winter’s messing with.”
The sound of raised voices in the distance and something hitting the earth has him flexing his fingers, raising a hand to summon and hold up — what else? — a sword of flaming light, Creation’s warmth radiating out a short distance around it. If they’re surrounded by Death itself, he figures, maybe this’ll at least help push it back.
He moves forward to join the others, alert, ready to teleport and yank away anyone who might be at risk of being crushed by a massive paw, but he doesn’t contribute any yelling of his own for once, since everyone else has that well covered for now.
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“Keep an eye out. Somehow, I don’t think that door’s the only thing Winter’s messing with.”
The sound of raised voices in the distance and something hitting the earth has him flexing his fingers, raising a hand to summon and hold up — what else? — a sword of flaming light, Creation’s warmth radiating out a short distance around it. If they’re surrounded by Death itself, he figures, maybe this’ll at least help push it back.
He moves forward to join the others, alert, ready to teleport and yank away anyone who might be at risk of being crushed by a massive paw, but he doesn’t contribute any yelling of his own for once, since everyone else has that well covered for now.