HARPER
Everything descends rapidly into chaos, and all Harper can think is: fuck magic. He's too well trained to lose his head, unperturbed by the shards that cut across his face and then his back as he swiftly shields the person closest. Then he begins ushering them away swiftly, eyes already taken by the Carnage at the front lines, feeling himself bleed away into the depths of mindless discipline and the need to assist and protect.
Healers swarm the wounded, and Harper can't help in the same way, can't assist in a battle already finished as whatever mud monster there was disintegrates against the shattered ice wall. Instead he bodily hauls the wounded away on strong shoulders, those who can walk finding themselves escorted faster as he carries them along or slings an arm over his neck. Getting them out of the damage zone is all he can do to help with nothing to fight or defend against. Now there is only damage control.
Healers swarm the wounded, and Harper can't help in the same way, can't assist in a battle already finished as whatever mud monster there was disintegrates against the shattered ice wall. Instead he bodily hauls the wounded away on strong shoulders, those who can walk finding themselves escorted faster as he carries them along or slings an arm over his neck. Getting them out of the damage zone is all he can do to help with nothing to fight or defend against. Now there is only damage control.
can you protect me from what i want?
the love i let in, it left me so lost
the love i let in, it left me so lost
