Running the Gauntlet - Part 6

Gaval has no memmory of running that last bit. All he remembers is the sky becoming his earth and the earth the sky. His ears still ring no matter how hard he shakes his head. In a daze he looks about which crouching in any cover he can find. His eyes, seen through the mask, are offically staring out a thousand yards. He still holds his sword in a death grip and it's somewhat ammazing he hasn't impaled himself apon it or cut someone else durring their mad dash to 'safety'.

Liya coughs again, as she starts to come to. With the mask off, and clean air coming into her lungs, she slowly recovers. She sits up, blinking, eyes watering from the gas that was impacting them all. A deep rasping breath, or maybe ten. "Masks, take them off," she manages, as she reaches to pull Sprite onto her lap. It takes some doing, but she cautiously starts looking after the wyvern, ignoring her own injuries in favour of first helping out the beast that trusts her to do just that.

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