The sky, a boiling froth of steam and volcanic lightning, glowing eerie red and orange, lit only by the fires that burn beneath it, splits and burns as molten debris rains down. Mounds of supercrete and rebar and stone, trailing comet tails of steam and light and burning steel, tear through the dark storm and strike the burnt earth below, raising plumes of ash and dust that reach up like obsidian pillars and join to the boiling sky. Those below can do nothing but watch the descent of those falling stars, the red streaks that slash through the darkness, and pray to deaf gods that they won't be caught in their path.
>Milno
You lean against the rock and watch the debris fall. Some of it falls into the nearby lake, which has since become nothing but a deafening torrent of water rushing down stream, tearing chunks of the canyon's walls away with it. None of it makes it as far as you.
>Faith and Cog
Faith sits with her back against the stone, her knees pulled up to her chest, and closes her eyes as the remains of the dam land around her like mortar rounds. Somewhere, farther in land, a piece the size of a small house buries itself into the ground and her ears ring with the concussion of it as dirt and ash and bits off charred wood spray out and pepper her with stinging blows. She covers her head and waits for the noise and the pain to stop.
When everything has become quiet again she pulls herself up to look around, using the rock to hold herself up. Sticking out of the opposite side of the boulder are no less then three, five foot spikes of red hot rebar. Huh.
Cog, for his part, doesn't move an inch.
>Lukas
You curl into a ball and wait for death but strangely, nothing even lands near you. Who needs skill when you've got luck?
>E and May
The white hot shield above may and E vaporizes a half dozen projectiles, fist sized chunks of metal and supercrete, before one, a dense ball of twisted I-beam and solid stone the size of a wheel barrow slams into it. The chunk of debris exits the shield partially molten and reduced in size but still has more then enough kinetic energy to tear right through May's remaining leg and bury itself several feet into the ground. [End:6] Despite having her leg amputated via a molten cannon ball, May doesn't lose consciousness, even as the molten metal hardens on the stump, cauterizing the wound.
>Thomas' corpse.
A chunk of stone the size of a softball skips off the body's chest and partially caves it in.
Alright, thats the debris done. Now there's about an hour till the lake drains enough to get to the ruins of that building. Use it as you will.
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