Pratt crashes into the other side of the barrier with a yelp, thudding off and falling to the ground cradling his wrist. He'd been trying to stop and turn towards Carlisle as he ran, but the wall had formed up in front of him before he had a chance to redirect his motion.
"What ...What?" His terrified brain isn't processing any of this. All he knows is Caedra is right behind them and, "Jesus Christ!"
Suddenly she's encased in darkness and horrible wings and that sword is coming right for them and they need to get away RIGHT NOW.
"We need to get out of here. We need to go, we need to go." He sounds like a panicked animal, his voice a caricature of normal. Where is safe? What is the thing Carlisle just did and will it hold her? For how long?
There's nothing but questions and Pratt isn't thinking logically enough to form answers, reaching out for Carlisle to try and drag him away and towards the buildings and potential safety.
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"What ...What?" His terrified brain isn't processing any of this. All he knows is Caedra is right behind them and, "Jesus Christ!"
Suddenly she's encased in darkness and horrible wings and that sword is coming right for them and they need to get away RIGHT NOW.
"We need to get out of here. We need to go, we need to go." He sounds like a panicked animal, his voice a caricature of normal. Where is safe? What is the thing Carlisle just did and will it hold her? For how long?
There's nothing but questions and Pratt isn't thinking logically enough to form answers, reaching out for Carlisle to try and drag him away and towards the buildings and potential safety.