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[b]The Grande Diamond: Basement[/b]
Where... where was she?

Moira groaned, her eyes remaining screwed shut. Everything hurt like absolute hell, even just lying here. A part of her just wanted to stay here - it was hardly comfortable, but it hurt less than trying to move.

Nonetheless she reached out with a hand, not at all sure which way was even up. While it turned out she was wrong, the fact that she could feel something shifting behind her was a good sign. What wasn't a good sign was the horrible stabbing pain in her side. She gritted her teeth, holding in a shout of pain.

She cracked her eyes open, coughing a little as the dust stung at them. Oh. Oh ouch this really hurt. She had survived the tower falling on them back in Vandrell, but there was a world of difference between being able to brace for an impact with a defensive buff and a suit or armor to being pretty much crushed to death only for the floor to collapse. Then getting kicked on top of that.

That man... that fucking man... he could overcome her strength. He could actually gods damned overcome her strength. Fucking ass!

She pushed against the rubble on top of her, pieces of wood and stone tiling creaking as they shifted away from her. Air! Not very good air, it was kind of stale and dusty, but it was better than she had under there. She gulped at it like she had never tasted it before as she sat back, the warm air feeling oddly cool on her bloodsoaked face.

Being able to move your chest freely was underrated as hell.

Now she was sat up, she still couldn't figure out where she was. A basement of some kind by the looks of it. Wherever it was, they needed to install some proper lighting. Although it probably didn't help that it looked like they busted right through where one of the strip-lights was.

Wait.

Where was Syed?

"Sy?" she croaked, suprising herself a little with how bad her voice sounded. Her eyes cast around herself through the thick dust filled air, among the rubble surrounding her. Nothing. "Sy?" she repeated. She shakily pulled herself completely from the debris, and began pulling pieces of it away. She didn't like how he wasn't responding. She didn't like how she didn't know where he was. She knew fully well how she could take more hits than most people, and he was only a [i]mage[/i].

"Answer you fuckin' arsehole!" she hissed, her digging becoming a little more desperate. The shards of wood and stone cut at her hands, although she didn't care. On the grand scale of things that was nothing.

She found his hand. His limp hand.

Scrambling over the debris, she quickly went to pull away at more of it until she uncovered his head. Oh. Oh that was a lot of blood.

"Shit!" She brushed some more of the debris away, uncovering his chest as well. She wasted no time in pulling him up to her chest, clenching her fingers in his blood-sodden hair. Well he was breathing. Thank the gods he was breathing. "Just say something, Sy. I don't give a shit what."

Silence. He remained floppy in her arms, his head lulling against her cheek. Well, he was alive. At least he was alive. Moira gritted her teeth, looking up to the gaping hole in the ceiling. They were still up there with [i]him[/i]. She didn't know how she could get out of here either. As strong as she was she couldn't jump back up - her strength was mostly in her upper body. And she had no idea where the traditional way up to the ground floor was.

"Hhhhhh... you... shouldn't move someone with a head injury..." came a very familiar abeit very much worse for wear voice right by her ear, the tone implying at least a small smile.

Moira's eyes widened and her shoulders sagged with relief. Oh, thank the gods he wasn't injured enough to stop being a sarcastic ass. "About fuckin' time," she growled, letting go of him and standing back up. "Thought you were dead or somethin'. Come on."

"You should be so lucky." He weakly pulled himself free, although he had to rely on Moira's help for him to stand up again. He felt really light-headed and his chest hurt like hell. "Where's the others? I think I blacked out..."

"Up there with the two fuckers."

Syed went quiet again, squinting through the dim and dusty air. The basement itself must have been composed of several rooms, as this room was nowhere near big enough to be the whole thing. The room looked like a disused storage area, with various pieces of tableware in dusty boxes and... equipment under dust sheets. He didn't know what they were.

And in the corner of the room... was a few large gas cylinders. He bit his lip, a feeling of dread and fear building up in his stomach. Vayu help him...

"I have an idea."