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<blockquote>The explosion knocked her down, though she was more than a block away from the building where Dominic had tracked the assassin. She saw a bright orange red balloon expand and burst, casting off a fragile tenement crust. Rebecca struggled to her feet and ran forward, dodging smoking brick and cinder comet debris. | |||
Shielding her face from the inferno, climbing into the wreckage left by Dominic’s bomb, she could feel his life straining to rebuild his body under the blazing ruins. | |||
Rebecca gathered her strength, focusing on that place that is not a place, changing her perception of her environment. On another level of sensing, the flames, the stifling heat, the smoke, receding. Push-pull the alteration into clear focus. The fire was not raging; after the initial explosion only a few combustibles had ignited. | |||
It was so. | |||
The sirens were close when she found him. Lifting a section of wall, she recoiled in disgust at what was left of him. Right side gone, legs tattered, fleshy rags. The bones of ribcage and hip protruded from his bleeding, smoking torso, his face unrecognizable. She knew it was him, possessed that knowledge, saw him among twitching sinew and open veins. | |||
She dragged him to her car, gagging from the smell of burning flesh. By the time she put him in the back seat, his wounds had closed, the bleeding stopped. He would live.</blockquote> | |||
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Legacy: War Of Ages 30th Anniversary Edition
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Chapter Six: GM Resources
The explosion knocked her down, though she was more than a block away from the building where Dominic had tracked the assassin. She saw a bright orange red balloon expand and burst, casting off a fragile tenement crust. Rebecca struggled to her feet and ran forward, dodging smoking brick and cinder comet debris.
Shielding her face from the inferno, climbing into the wreckage left by Dominic’s bomb, she could feel his life straining to rebuild his body under the blazing ruins.
Rebecca gathered her strength, focusing on that place that is not a place, changing her perception of her environment. On another level of sensing, the flames, the stifling heat, the smoke, receding. Push-pull the alteration into clear focus. The fire was not raging; after the initial explosion only a few combustibles had ignited.
It was so.
The sirens were close when she found him. Lifting a section of wall, she recoiled in disgust at what was left of him. Right side gone, legs tattered, fleshy rags. The bones of ribcage and hip protruded from his bleeding, smoking torso, his face unrecognizable. She knew it was him, possessed that knowledge, saw him among twitching sinew and open veins.
She dragged him to her car, gagging from the smell of burning flesh. By the time she put him in the back seat, his wounds had closed, the bleeding stopped. He would live.