One moment his mother was coming towards him, then she was on the ground, pinned. For a moment, everything seemed to slow around him as she saw the look on her face; she looked in pain.
No.
No!
He cried out, reaching out desperately for her, but shield was cast around him then her hand hit the floor.
"NO! MOM!" he cried in anguish, as everything above them shift again, raining down more plaster and chunks, but he barely noticed. The people he cared for were about to die... die trying to protect HIM! This couldn't be REAL. It had to be a dream! It... it HAD to!
The sound of chunks hitting the magic shield and something wet from his face dripping down onto his hands was a quick reminder that, no, it was real and he was likely going to get crushed to death soon if he didn't get out of here before his mother's spell gave out...
Not that he could--not that he wanted to.
"F-Flonne... Mama..."
Clenching his fists, he realized there was only one option. There was only one way to save them.
Floor still shaking beneath him, he sat up on his knees and held out a hand, managing to summon forth the seal itself before him. That done, he began to concentrate, trying to gather what small trickle of power he had. The trickle was hardly note worthy, but it wasn't surprising it was there. It was an imperfect seal, after all. If it had been completely correct, there'd be nothing to find, but this one was more than a little flawed. It was a miserable speck, but now it was all he had.
Sweat formed on his scrunched up face, as Laharl stared at the seal. If there was a trickle of power coming through, there had to be a weak spot, or something, right? Summoning forth the little power he'd gathered, he fought against the seal trying to find that weak spot, bolts of energy crackling from the seal.
Break... dammit, BREAK already! More chunks of plaster were coming down and he felt something shift again beneath him. With a loud cry, he used everything left he had against the seal. There was a pulse of energy, then it shattered, vanishing from sight.
It took a moment, but then, oh how he felt it. Energy burst around him, swirling and pulsing, like a dam had broken. How good it felt! He wanted to cry out in joy! He wanted to LAUGH! But now was not the time. He could rejoice later. Laharl had other priorities. His plan was simple now: get his mother, get Flonne, then get them somewhere safe.
He went to his mother first, so frightened it was already too late, but it wasn't like he would leave her there, either way. He grasped the debris pinning her and easily hoisted it up with a single hand, other trying to stir her.
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No.
No!
He cried out, reaching out desperately for her, but shield was cast around him then her hand hit the floor.
"NO! MOM!" he cried in anguish, as everything above them shift again, raining down more plaster and chunks, but he barely noticed. The people he cared for were about to die... die trying to protect HIM! This couldn't be REAL. It had to be a dream! It... it HAD to!
The sound of chunks hitting the magic shield and something wet from his face dripping down onto his hands was a quick reminder that, no, it was real and he was likely going to get crushed to death soon if he didn't get out of here before his mother's spell gave out...
Not that he could--not that he wanted to.
"F-Flonne... Mama..."
Clenching his fists, he realized there was only one option. There was only one way to save them.
Floor still shaking beneath him, he sat up on his knees and held out a hand, managing to summon forth the seal itself before him. That done, he began to concentrate, trying to gather what small trickle of power he had. The trickle was hardly note worthy, but it wasn't surprising it was there. It was an imperfect seal, after all. If it had been completely correct, there'd be nothing to find, but this one was more than a little flawed. It was a miserable speck, but now it was all he had.
Sweat formed on his scrunched up face, as Laharl stared at the seal. If there was a trickle of power coming through, there had to be a weak spot, or something, right? Summoning forth the little power he'd gathered, he fought against the seal trying to find that weak spot, bolts of energy crackling from the seal.
Break... dammit, BREAK already! More chunks of plaster were coming down and he felt something shift again beneath him. With a loud cry, he used everything left he had against the seal. There was a pulse of energy, then it shattered, vanishing from sight.
It took a moment, but then, oh how he felt it. Energy burst around him, swirling and pulsing, like a dam had broken. How good it felt! He wanted to cry out in joy! He wanted to LAUGH! But now was not the time. He could rejoice later. Laharl had other priorities. His plan was simple now: get his mother, get Flonne, then get them somewhere safe.
He went to his mother first, so frightened it was already too late, but it wasn't like he would leave her there, either way. He grasped the debris pinning her and easily hoisted it up with a single hand, other trying to stir her.
"M-mom? Mom!"