[ The only thought that really has time to flash though his mind is the unhelpful observation that something as big as the monstrosity currently bearing down on him should not be able to move that fast.
Move-!
Something collides with him from the side, sending him sprawling. No, not something, someone. Astarion, now caught in the creature’s jaws, those terrible teeth sinking through flesh as if it were nothing. Winter can only watch with horror as the vampire is tossed like a ragdoll, slamming hard into stone. ]
Astarion!
[ Too many panicked thoughts fly through his head at once, but something urges him to move, to scramble to his feet. To do something. The spectator is rounding on him again, and Astarion is crumpled to a heap and–
The chasm flares suddenly with bright, radiant light, slamming into the spectator like a bit of much-needed divine intervention. Shadowheart, thank the gods. Further down the way, the sound of thundering footsteps, and the flame-wreathed form of Karlach, eyes wild and axe held high, comes into view. The relief he feels is brief, but palpable.
Winter takes the opportunity to scramble over to where Astarion sits, winded and bleeding, and falls to his knees, both hands going to the sides of the vampire’s face. ]
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Move-!
Something collides with him from the side, sending him sprawling. No, not something, someone. Astarion, now caught in the creature’s jaws, those terrible teeth sinking through flesh as if it were nothing. Winter can only watch with horror as the vampire is tossed like a ragdoll, slamming hard into stone. ]
Astarion!
[ Too many panicked thoughts fly through his head at once, but something urges him to move, to scramble to his feet. To do something. The spectator is rounding on him again, and Astarion is crumpled to a heap and–
The chasm flares suddenly with bright, radiant light, slamming into the spectator like a bit of much-needed divine intervention. Shadowheart, thank the gods. Further down the way, the sound of thundering footsteps, and the flame-wreathed form of Karlach, eyes wild and axe held high, comes into view. The relief he feels is brief, but palpable.
Winter takes the opportunity to scramble over to where Astarion sits, winded and bleeding, and falls to his knees, both hands going to the sides of the vampire’s face. ]
Hey– [ winded, a little harried ] –still with me?