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“Clea!” Meggan couldn’t go to Clea’s side to even know how badly injured she was after that strike. She backed away as Dolon approached. Maybe if she went with her first impulse and used twirling air kickboxing first at the two men, and then gave a good hard shove at the support beam for the tent as a distraction. Or would contact be just as bad? Maybe they could get out of this in one piece. She did her best to avoid any energy aimed at her, even as she moved to act. Dolon lifted his swords to strike at Meggan but her flight into the air wasn't something he was used to. His training had been against mortal men and while the gods had favored some of those men never in a fashion like this. He swung and swung and all he did was trip over his feet in chasing Meggan through the large tent. It didn't help he was buffeted by the wind Meggan generated either. Aetenor shouted words of encouragement and attack, unable to unleash his own attacks without fear of striking Dolon. With the way he gave chase, the situation could have been humorous if it weren’t so dire. Meggan just wanted to finish this and find a way to get herself and Clea away from these two men. As she made her way through the large tent another time, she reached out to give the supporting beam a good shove. Meggan could hear a small creak, as the wood didn’t quite hold up to the extra strain. She hoped it would knock them out when it went, but she couldn’t be absolutely certain of anything in that regard. Now that Meggan was clear of the ground and weaving between the tables and lanterns set up within the tent, Aetenor seemed unconcerned with the danger to himself and Dolon as he shot off energy shots left and right. There were also pauses in his firing for when he had to recharge. One such energy shot bounced off the support pillar that Meggan had pushed, making it emit an even louder creak. Dolon was hampered by the items in the room, bounding on top of them as best he could in attempts to swipe Meggan from the air. They paid no attention to Clea's still body as she was no longer of any concern. There was another swerve around the pillar as they tried to catch her; then, another hard shove against it from Meggan. Her efforts sounded like they were beginning to pay off. The creaking pillar began to lean heavily, looking as though it would descend shortly. Meggan hoped Clea was okay; whatever happened next, she was preparing to dive back down to her, and drag her outside. The pillar swayed for several long seconds before a loud crack split the air as the wood splintered and broke. Aetenor was too focused on Meggan to fully understand what was happening until it was too late. He'd maneuvered himself toward the center of the large tent to better be able to aim at Meggan. That had, however, put him directly in the path of the falling pillar. He looked away from Meggan only when he realized that the shadow toppling toward him shouldn't have been. He cried out in surprise and dismay as it crashed onto him with a loud whump. Dolon had turned from the chase at Aetenor's scream and immediately sheathed his swords. He had run toward the pillar and was now attempting futilely to lift the heavy beam off Aetenor. He grunted with the effort and was softly cursing under his breath with Meggan completely forgotten. While he was lost in his task, Meggan got to work. It was obvious she wouldn’t be assaulted now, so she landed and moved closer to the unconscious form on the ground. She gathered Clea quickly and carefully, and began to drag her out of the tent. |
