God, she's pissed off more than anything else, inching the shelf up bit by bit. Somebody takes most of the weight from the corner and together they lift, enough that Abby can pull herself out and get slowly to her feet, testing. It doesn't seem like anything is broken; thank fuck the shelf falling didn't push her own mace into her.
There is black slime everywhere, thick and clinging to books, floors and people. To add insult to injury, it stinks.
"Wait, is he fucking dead??" Abby's braid whips the air as she turns her head, searching for a body. If there was a body left behind, she could at least kick it with her boot. At the back of her head, there is blood in her hair, from where she hit her skull falling.
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God, she's pissed off more than anything else, inching the shelf up bit by bit. Somebody takes most of the weight from the corner and together they lift, enough that Abby can pull herself out and get slowly to her feet, testing. It doesn't seem like anything is broken; thank fuck the shelf falling didn't push her own mace into her.
There is black slime everywhere, thick and clinging to books, floors and people. To add insult to injury, it stinks.
"Wait, is he fucking dead??" Abby's braid whips the air as she turns her head, searching for a body. If there was a body left behind, she could at least kick it with her boot. At the back of her head, there is blood in her hair, from where she hit her skull falling.