[At this point, Kyna doesn't have much of a reaction to the weirdness of the creatures stampeding through the city. She's run into enough oddities at home that Hadriel's monsters roll right off of her. Mostly. What their new mammoth friends do offer her is an excellent distraction from Harlan's death, and an opportunity to make very questionable decisions.
Those who know her, or who know anything about how magic users are supposed to fight, will notice instantly that she's getting in far too close. Magical shields or no, all it will really take is a few good hits from those things to take her out, but she doesn't seem to care. She's not even being particularly talkative, just slinging electricity at everything within reach. She's already bleeding from a wound on her temple, so clearly this is going well. It would be totally fair for someone to tell her how absolutely stupid she's being, but if anyone gets close—]
Hey! What are you doing?
ii
[So, unsurprisingly, a few hours into the fray, Kyna has pulled off to the side, sheltered in an open doorway. Her upper arm has been torn open somehow. It's not terrible, but she's bleeding, and the angle of the wound means she's having a hell of a time trying to fix herself up with one hand. Currently, her master plan involves trying to hold one end of a strip of bandages in her teeth while trying to wrap the rest around her arm. It's not working.]
God damn it.
[Maybe someone with some actual skill or patience could do a better job.]
closed to wash
[It doesn't take Kyna long to find Wash, because of course they're both out here. She's bristling with anxiety and poorly disguised grief, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as they regroup. She's obviously way too distracted to be out here at all, but... It's fine. She's fine.]
kyna midha
[At this point, Kyna doesn't have much of a reaction to the weirdness of the creatures stampeding through the city. She's run into enough oddities at home that Hadriel's monsters roll right off of her. Mostly. What their new mammoth friends do offer her is an excellent distraction from Harlan's death, and an opportunity to make very questionable decisions.
Those who know her, or who know anything about how magic users are supposed to fight, will notice instantly that she's getting in far too close. Magical shields or no, all it will really take is a few good hits from those things to take her out, but she doesn't seem to care. She's not even being particularly talkative, just slinging electricity at everything within reach. She's already bleeding from a wound on her temple, so clearly this is going well. It would be totally fair for someone to tell her how absolutely stupid she's being, but if anyone gets close—]
Hey! What are you doing?
ii
[So, unsurprisingly, a few hours into the fray, Kyna has pulled off to the side, sheltered in an open doorway. Her upper arm has been torn open somehow. It's not terrible, but she's bleeding, and the angle of the wound means she's having a hell of a time trying to fix herself up with one hand. Currently, her master plan involves trying to hold one end of a strip of bandages in her teeth while trying to wrap the rest around her arm. It's not working.]
God damn it.
[Maybe someone with some actual skill or patience could do a better job.]
closed to wash
[It doesn't take Kyna long to find Wash, because of course they're both out here. She's bristling with anxiety and poorly disguised grief, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as they regroup. She's obviously way too distracted to be out here at all, but... It's fine. She's fine.]
Do you need me to recharge your ring?