[i]"I believe this is important. Shall we leave, then? Someone carry our host, I would rather not put her too near whatever this is".[/i]

Gritting her jaws in the windstorm, the bits of dust and debris whipping around her with some plinking off the scarred breastplate encasing her chest, Sakaala only narrowly managed to hear the titan of a man as he hefted his claimed prize with ease. She nodded, powerful teeth and maw still clenched while she set a tremendous palm to the knap of Lady Genevieve's robes, drawing her up to her feet and then over her shoulder whilst shoving aside bits of the fallen structure; positioning her over the left, she shuddered with a snarly, powerful tone as the torrent of rain set in upon her - of which was further stirred by the golden, wisp filled wind. Soaking her to the bone once again, she paused, but briefly...

With a motion of her head, she beckoned the other arcanist - an ally, for the time being - whilst standing beside the escape he had widened from burst window into tremendous gape in the house.

"I will be awaiting you." She said authoritatively before turning about and stepping off the ledge.

She fell, but the vortex absorbed much, if not all the impact and as she landed, the worst that came with the fall was the jar of the woman she carried; strong arm still wrapped about her as the numb one hung by her waist instead.

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