Daryll wasn't in shock, but he was shocked, simply standing and staring as the carnage soared down into the tree line. Once the spectacle was over, he started keeping an ear on the conversation.
Later on, he'd be disappointed in himself for taking so long to act, but he got himself moving by the time their car was mentioned. Zipping into the driver's seat, Daryll was both pleased and disappointed in Setzer for leaving the keys in. He supposed that it could have been a convenience thing, but here was no time to seriously ponder why Setzer had been so careless. Instead, he turned on the engine, getting it to work on the second attempt.
"Y'all fucking shitwads gonna move your lardasses the hell over here?!" Daryll was yelling, louder than he should have, even given the window between him and everyone... Except Trent. He panicked mentally for a moment before noticing the young man already in the van. Daryll then reflected on how much deeper the docks cursing apparently ran in him while flipping into gear and turning on the headlights.
That gave him pause. Headlights. They were dealing with probable foes that could very well yet have no idea they were around. The headlights went off. Instead, Daryll took a moment to steady himself mentally and opened his 6th sense to the Mist while the others clambered in. Attention back on the road, everything seemed foggy. It wasn't weather or someone's spell, but rather, how Daryll perceived the Mist: as mist. He supposed several great mages saw it similarly some great time past, but had never bothered checking if his sense was actually tied to the name.
Thankfully, everyone had their shit together and grabbed the actual essentials from all the junk they had unpacked. Declining a couple offers to drive, Daryll set forth at a speed above the speed limit, multitasking to sort of swish the mist before him, feeling the road from how it moved, instead of relying mostly on sight. The disturbance was negligible, so far as any sort of scanners were concerned, and didn't actually involve taking in any Mist. It did, however, have the issue of imprecision. If Setzer's driving was like a bus, this was a bus on a road sprinkled thoroughly with potholes. Fortunately, none of the tires blew while Daryll waited for a signal from someone who actually bothered taking more than the basic tactics classes.
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