With a click, Alistair's lock gives as well, and Teren's plan is going fine. She nudges the door open with her foot and has Anders under his arms again, dragging him into the cell so they can stake out all together. She gets him into the corner farthest from the giant stupid mage fight, and is about to approach Alistair with a similar plan, but she's barely got her arms under his when suddenly a big stupid fist emerges from the fucking ground and catches her straight around her skinny middle. "BOLLOCKS," she barks, though the second syllable is a bit strangled as she finds herself rapidly running out of breathable-- or speakable-- air. She's either forgotten to let go of Alistair or is using him as a weight to keep herself from getting pulled back and gripped more tightly. There's an audible crunching sound as one of her hipbones gives way, and she mashes her forehead against Alistair's shoulder, grinding her teeth in silent distress. But it's all right, she has healing potions. Fool her twice, and so forth-- that and she figured she'd need them for the boys, which fortunately it seems she doesn't, at least yet. She just has to... not... be getting crushed before she can use one.
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With a click, Alistair's lock gives as well, and Teren's plan is going fine. She nudges the door open with her foot and has Anders under his arms again, dragging him into the cell so they can stake out all together. She gets him into the corner farthest from the giant stupid mage fight, and is about to approach Alistair with a similar plan, but she's barely got her arms under his when suddenly a big stupid fist emerges from the fucking ground and catches her straight around her skinny middle.
"BOLLOCKS," she barks, though the second syllable is a bit strangled as she finds herself rapidly running out of breathable-- or speakable-- air. She's either forgotten to let go of Alistair or is using him as a weight to keep herself from getting pulled back and gripped more tightly. There's an audible crunching sound as one of her hipbones gives way, and she mashes her forehead against Alistair's shoulder, grinding her teeth in silent distress.
But it's all right, she has healing potions. Fool her twice, and so forth-- that and she figured she'd need them for the boys, which fortunately it seems she doesn't, at least yet. She just has to... not... be getting crushed before she can use one.