Dominion Operation: Bondfire || Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Ancora

[Runi Kuryida]

Runi didn't strain holding the rubble in the air, but it would be awkward to become a living statue. Manda be praised, a few bold souls surged forward to begin pulling the wounded to safety. Her hazel eyes shifted from one Mandalorian to the next as they worked. One of them had frozen for a moment at the sight, but they'd overcome the memories that plagued them and took to action along side the others.

Malachi then turned to look at the Shaman in particular to offer her reassurance. Runi met the man's gaze for a second before a shadow of a smile graced her features. "I will hold until the firmament itself is no more, if you ask."

One boot slid along the ground as she repositioned herself in relation to the collapse. Her left hand slid further out to the side to pull back more loose debris and reinforce the structure so more wouldn't fall on those below. "That said, this is a hot zone. Your swift action has not gone unnoticed, Child of the Manda."

Malachi Vokat | Adean Castor | Cordelia Malkavian​

 

[Adean Castor]

TAG: Malachi Vokat | Runi Kuryida | Cordelia Malkavian

Adean's countenance steeled, shutting out the paralyzing panic like one would slam the proverbial door on a nightmare. Suppression seemed to be her strong suit, after all. If she didn't think about how metallic oblivion was hanging over them, it'd be as if not a single beam was suspended above at all, right? So long as she didn't look up, anyway.

Being given direction made things easier. It was something to focus on beyond expectations of impending doom, though she didn't trust her voice to express as such. Briefly, her eyes met Malachi's, a short nod acknowledging she'd at least heard the plan.

The Force that had yielded so quickly to her command before now threatened to slip through her grasp like viscous liquid, as if it knew that what sought to control it now was inexperienced intention rather than pure instinct. Like a dying match hoping to recreate the inferno it'd sparked, she pulled at a remaining worker with incomplete success. Rather than being smoothly plucked from the wreckage, they were dragged in an on-again, off-again fashion, until they themselves could scramble up onto their own legs.

Frustration pervaded Adean's senses where panic had once taken over. She should've been better than this, or worse to begin with. Either would've been manageable so long as it was consistent. It was especially pathetic given the Shaman who kept debris and scaffolding from burying them all was right there. With that mounting frustration, cracks began to form within the stone she tried to wrench another worker from, Adean completely unaware they were caused by anything other than circumstance.