[There's screaming somewhere in the distance, and Nyx's wound pulls painfully when he stands. The resulting headrush makes him dizzy with adrenaline. He tries to disguise his pause as wariness, but isn't sure how well it works.
Street still momentarily clear, Nyx creeps out of cover and sets off up the road, holding Iris with one arm under her uninjured leg and magic just under his skin in the other hand. He hesitates, arguing with himself, before the press of it turns warm in his veins. It makes him itch, but he cast it once already today with no burn, no glow along his scars telling him it's too much too soon. He can use it.
The next scream is closer and he runs, avoiding debris where he can. He doesn't need to see them to know their escape has been noticed; the awareness crawling up his spine like prey being chased by something much bigger telling him to flee. A suggestion he's all too happy to follow right now.]
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Street still momentarily clear, Nyx creeps out of cover and sets off up the road, holding Iris with one arm under her uninjured leg and magic just under his skin in the other hand. He hesitates, arguing with himself, before the press of it turns warm in his veins. It makes him itch, but he cast it once already today with no burn, no glow along his scars telling him it's too much too soon. He can use it.
The next scream is closer and he runs, avoiding debris where he can. He doesn't need to see them to know their escape has been noticed; the awareness crawling up his spine like prey being chased by something much bigger telling him to flee. A suggestion he's all too happy to follow right now.]