[He'll say sorry for stabbing your hand with his claws later, Add. There are more important things happening, like Elsword not only pulling Add out of Detention before it detonates, but also scooping him up off the ground in a half-assed bridal carry. In retrospect, doing this with a bad arm? Not a great idea, very painful, but Elsword sucks in a breath through his teeth and swiftly readjusts how he's holding Add — tightly around the waist with his good arm so that they're just about hip-to-hip — and reaches for his sword a scant few seconds before Detention collapses in on itself. Everything in the immediate area that isn't the two of them is sucked in, sharp vines whipping about as several of the plantlike "heads" get crushed in their wake.
Elsword doesn't waste time standing there to watch, unfurling Sephira's wings and taking off before he has a second to orient himself. He'd said the inn was safe, that the plants can't get into the inn, or, hell, any other building here — but Elsword is flying blind, letting instinct take them to the nearest safe haven within muscle memory. It's not the inn they're headed to, but opposite that — his house, with its clawmarks on the doorframe and the creaky wooden porch, immaculate otherwise as if the carnage isn't happening at all. He lands just outside said squeaky porch due to the awning covering the deck, quick to bolt inside and slam the door behind both of them.
Then, finally, everything is still. Silent. Add gets set down, and Elsword finds he can use his eyes again without seeing horrors beyond comprehension swimming in them. Everything hurts. His head is pounding — until today, he didn't know he could get migraines — and it's not until his butt hits the hardwood floors that he realises he's slid down against the wall to sit.
If he weren't so badly injured right now, he'd be heading back into the Grove to help the others... but he simply has to hope that a tactical retreat is on the table for anyone else fighting out there. It's the one time that Elsword has any self-preservation instincts, no doubt because Add is here to yank him back by his ear if he even so much as tries to leave.
Elsword rolls his head back and lets it thunk lightly against the wall.]
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Elsword doesn't waste time standing there to watch, unfurling Sephira's wings and taking off before he has a second to orient himself. He'd said the inn was safe, that the plants can't get into the inn, or, hell, any other building here — but Elsword is flying blind, letting instinct take them to the nearest safe haven within muscle memory. It's not the inn they're headed to, but opposite that — his house, with its clawmarks on the doorframe and the creaky wooden porch, immaculate otherwise as if the carnage isn't happening at all. He lands just outside said squeaky porch due to the awning covering the deck, quick to bolt inside and slam the door behind both of them.
Then, finally, everything is still. Silent. Add gets set down, and Elsword finds he can use his eyes again without seeing horrors beyond comprehension swimming in them. Everything hurts. His head is pounding — until today, he didn't know he could get migraines — and it's not until his butt hits the hardwood floors that he realises he's slid down against the wall to sit.
If he weren't so badly injured right now, he'd be heading back into the Grove to help the others... but he simply has to hope that a tactical retreat is on the table for anyone else fighting out there. It's the one time that Elsword has any self-preservation instincts, no doubt because Add is here to yank him back by his ear if he even so much as tries to leave.
Elsword rolls his head back and lets it thunk lightly against the wall.]
Hah... you okay?
[are you???]