Standing under a shack that was once a stable, Jazdia braced for the impact when the blast report reached her. Immediately the elf hunkered down, instinctively shielding her face with the elbow as the shockwave ladened with splinters of ice and debris hurled toward her. The chaos ended as quickly as the explosion itself, but still did another number to her, who was now struggling to keep her balance. Thankfully though, there was no piece of metal rod or fittings sticking out of her torso. Speaking based on experience that was. 

Shaking herself off from a mild concussion, Jazdia stumbled out of the ruins, immediately correcting her gait until she walk steadily again and have his eyes focused on something else. The peak of the tower was unchanging. No additional explosion, no fires or smoke or goddamn acid. 

[color=ec008c]"Dead man's switch my foot!"[/color] she spat.

The path was muddy, and Jazdia was deliberate with her step as she hiked back toward the tower. The sun was shining again, finally, and she had almost forgotten how good it felt after a bad day, must be the retirement thing. 

With no door to kick, the elf entered the room, smiling as she reached for one of the chairs and drag it across the room. [color=ec008c]"Everyone alive?"[/color] she asked amidst the irritating groan of wood against wood. [color=ec008c]"Good! Don't mind me though, No rest for the wicked they say!"  [/color]