The sound of the buttress coming unmoored can be felt in her bones, that 'crack!' splitting the air brings their attention upwards to the now rapidly plummeting mess of stone and metal and decorative metalwork that in any other situation would have been a pleasure to look at, had it not been rushing to kill them. It's a stomach dropping sensation that brings her back to Shuroo, but Loki isn't here to throw it back up with his magic-- and hers is nowhere to be found.
She's also clearly underestimated Astarion's strength, as before she can even react he's shoving her with such force that she slides across the tiles with a yelp, the tower smashing through the roof and building and everything in it's path with such a thundering sound that she can't hear anything else. There's a momentary panic that he's been caught while protecting her, and she tries to right herself even as the building they're standing on succumbs to the force of the impact. Almost misses the loss of weight in her pocket as the building itself sinks a foot, and she and everything else start sliding towards the edge. That tinkling of glass against tile as the bomb Astarion gave her tumbles towards the abyss.
Shit!
Rather than try and keep her position Sylvie throws herself after it, sliding with what feels like terminal velocity down the crumbling roof. She had no idea how to stop her fall, but that is a problem for someone who isn't about to get herself blown to smithereens. Her fingers brush it and send it spinning, and for a second she's certain that's the end --until it catches on a small crack in the tile and it slows just enough for her to clasp it tightly.
Sylvie still nearly goes over the edge, her trailing foot finally catching in a hole in the roof, painfully bringing her to a stop with her hair brushing over the edge. She takes a deep shaky breath, holding the bomb to her chest a moment as she lets the pain radiate from her calf along with the relief, before she hears Astarion's voice over the crumbling and shouts and screams from below.
He's alive.
"I'm fine!" Digging her heel in she pulls herself back up to sitting, her hands shaking a bit from the adrenaline as she peers through the smoke and dust for him. "Can you move?"
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She's also clearly underestimated Astarion's strength, as before she can even react he's shoving her with such force that she slides across the tiles with a yelp, the tower smashing through the roof and building and everything in it's path with such a thundering sound that she can't hear anything else. There's a momentary panic that he's been caught while protecting her, and she tries to right herself even as the building they're standing on succumbs to the force of the impact. Almost misses the loss of weight in her pocket as the building itself sinks a foot, and she and everything else start sliding towards the edge. That tinkling of glass against tile as the bomb Astarion gave her tumbles towards the abyss.
Shit!
Rather than try and keep her position Sylvie throws herself after it, sliding with what feels like terminal velocity down the crumbling roof. She had no idea how to stop her fall, but that is a problem for someone who isn't about to get herself blown to smithereens. Her fingers brush it and send it spinning, and for a second she's certain that's the end --until it catches on a small crack in the tile and it slows just enough for her to clasp it tightly.
Sylvie still nearly goes over the edge, her trailing foot finally catching in a hole in the roof, painfully bringing her to a stop with her hair brushing over the edge. She takes a deep shaky breath, holding the bomb to her chest a moment as she lets the pain radiate from her calf along with the relief, before she hears Astarion's voice over the crumbling and shouts and screams from below.
He's alive.
"I'm fine!" Digging her heel in she pulls herself back up to sitting, her hands shaking a bit from the adrenaline as she peers through the smoke and dust for him. "Can you move?"