Burn it? Cian wasn't sure if he was more concerned about the demoness than he was about whatever it was in the pit. At least he was upwind of it now, but he still couldn't shake the fuzziness that was surrounding his head, like he was walking through cotton candy, without the sweetness.
He blinked, trying to make out what was happening with Echo and the vampire, and whatever it was that had been 'rescued' from the pit. All he could see was the vampire now pushing dirt into the pit, Echo seeming to be looking at the creature which was now out of the pit.
Dirt. Back in the pit. That seemed like a pretty damned good idea. Cian started to shove dirt in too, the tide of it that had been pushed up by the meteor's arrival easily returned. He was on his knees, pushing the dirt in, still trying to blink away the haziness that was starting to blur his vision again as he worked his way around the pit.
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on 2013-12-17 03:43 am (UTC)He blinked, trying to make out what was happening with Echo and the vampire, and whatever it was that had been 'rescued' from the pit. All he could see was the vampire now pushing dirt into the pit, Echo
seeming to be looking at the creature which was now out of the pit.
Dirt. Back in the pit. That seemed like a pretty damned good idea. Cian started to shove dirt in too, the tide of it that had been pushed up by the meteor's arrival easily returned. He was on his knees, pushing the dirt in, still trying to blink away the haziness that was starting to blur his vision again as he worked his way around the pit.