[center][h3][color=plum]Dwyn[/color][/h3][/center]

Dwyn barely had time to register what was happening as the room tore itself asunder, metal warping and crashing and tearing. She watched, eyes wide, as her previous saviour toppled helplessly into the depths - what a fine repayment she'd provided for his aid. Tears stung as they formed at the unnecessary carnage, her lungs finally filling with air once more as she got shakily to her feet.

Though the picture that awaited her was fairly grim, picking out two of her companions in situations that were less than secure, to say the least. There was that ugly part of her that thought it would be easier to feign helplessness, to lie and avoid any blame for what was to come - she could try, try to save both of them, but there would still be blame resting on her shoulders were she to fail. It would be easier to do nothing at all...

But she stood, trying to keep her balance. If nothing else, her expedition had emphasised how awful it would be to roam these halls alone.

All these halls appeared to provide was a constant barrage of suffering and pain. What little she'd seen was already irrevocably burned into her mind, doubts as to whether it was her sanity or this place being twisted. Perhaps it didn't matter so much. Easier, even, to believe herself deluded than to accept the dismal state of reality.

[color=plum][i]I won't do this alone.[/i][/color]

Moving as quickly as she could across the wobbling surface, Dwyn's eyes darted between the two unfortunates. No-one else was up here, certainly not in a position to help. So, could she save both? Perhaps. It would be worth trying regardless. A sickening snap, unmistakably bone, reminded her that there was no time to wait.

And so she ran.

The first one she reached was the girl, Isabella - a decision made mostly on how easy the rescue appeared to Dwyn's eye. To tell the truth, she had little clue how she alone was supposed to rescue the nameless companion. That, and well... when it came down to it, Dwyn was a practical sort, and were this to become a life-or-death decision, she'd sooner have the one who hadn't drawn the attention of a monstrous horde.

Of course, there were still others here, and she called out to the ones on the ground as she ran. [color=plum]"The anchor's dragging him down-- try and slow it!"[/color] Unsure of how much they would be able to see, she hoped they could at least stop the weapon's fall for long enough that she might be able to reach him. How they were supposed to do that, she had no idea, but she could only save one person at a time. A cruel choice for her to make, and his fate would be uncertain, leaving him like that, but what else was new?

As for Isabella's situation, Dwyn's halberd would hopefully provide some leverage to pry open the closing metal - enough, at least, that the woman could pull her ruined leg free. Bracing herself as best she could, Dwyn reached out with her free hand, all-too-aware of maintaining her balance on the shaking, wobbling floor. [color=plum]"Hurry and pull yourself up. There's another needing help."[/color] She spoke quickly, a hint of her previous haughtiness creeping in as a sort of defence mechanism.

So much easier to be sure of yourself without any monsters breathing down your neck.