This house was coming down with all of them or none of them as far as anyone was concerned it seemed. Gwen's thoughts were the same as Flonne's; Laharl was human right now (Gwen, of course, paid no attention to the fact that she was also human). Her and the angel had to make sure that he was safe.

Gwen pulled a risky move of diving towards the kitchen cabinets first and grabbing for pots. Impromptu helmets right there. It wouldn't do much, but it would at least keep her head relatively safe while she made her way, desperately, for her son. "Laharl! Laharl!" She stumbled over to him, her mind blipping a moment and wondering where Krichevskoy was.

There! She was just about to him - just a little closer -

- and then bits of ceiling pushed her away, crumpling around her, pot-helmet tumbling from her. She was still visible, coughing, trying to pull herself free before she heaved a breath and settled, looking at Laharl with a pained face. Yes, she was still worrying more about him than herself.

Krichevskoy, this can't happen. It can't.

She reached out a hand towards Laharl, and used the energy she had to cast Shield on him before the hand dropped to the trembling floor.