In the exploded streets of Emlocke...Mark realizes that a good idea would be to restrain the woman before she realizes what's going on.
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He manages to put his arms around her, restraining her arms somewhat. That is to say she hasn't put up much resistance yet. He doesn't actually know how well restrained she is, to tell the truth.
"I don't understand what you are trying to tell me here, creature! Are you trying to show affection? Because I really have business that needs taking care of."Well, maybe a bit less subtlety is in order. Mark is about to choke the woman, but then comes to the conclusion that this might not be the best idea for two reasons, mostly. The first of these is that her neck seems to have an armored collar around it exactly to prevent such attacks and worse. The second is that he would have to let go of her arms to do this. He could also try to bash her head into a wall, but this would, once again, require him to let go, plus there are no walls in ready availability.
In the collapsed square of Emlocke...Darren, somewhat disoriented from the crashing and burning of his most recent venue, takes a look around.
He comes to the conclusion that things have exploded around him most verily. Emlocke's pretty much done for, though most of the buildings around the square look to be in reasonably good condition. Including the one the band's hiding in. That's good, he guesses. Speaking of.
He flies back into the band's hideout and relays this troubling state of affairs. They look to be rather freaked out both by the invisible screeching thing and the fact that the town just exploded into bits.
"Man, we sure lucked out there. Seems like this place is screwed."The other band members agree heartily.