Majestria was clawing her way up the tilted floorboards with nothing but raw muscle. No weapons, no tools—just digging her fingers in like some feral raccoon trying to escape a dumpster.
Lickthorn, meanwhile, was buried in a writhing heap of bodies. She wasn't screaming for help—no, she was laughing like a lunatic, clearly having the time of her life. Honestly, saving her would've ruined the moment.
Chestelle was dangling halfway down the boards, her nails digging grooves into the wood as she held on for dear life. Practical, sure. But also horrifying. Finn didn't even want to think about what her fingers were going to look like after this.
And Elise… Elise actually looked normal. She'd perched herself on the edge of the counter like a nervous cat, frozen in place, too scared to commit to moving anywhere. Out of all of them, she made the most sense. Which somehow made her the weirdest of the bunch.
'Well damn! What the hell am I supposed to do?!'
