Vera frowned when she found herself laying on her back with a slab of debris on her, but the frown turned into a scowl when she remembered that the bomb had gone off and that motherfucking, bastard clown had laughed as it happened. She promised to herself that she'll ram a live grenade in his mouth when she see's him; see if the sick bastard will still be laughing then.
She pushed herself up (taking note of the throbbing in her left shoulder and her inability to move that arm), easily shoving aside the slab that had pinned her down with her right hand, and noticed that her backpack was laying next to her with only a few scuffs on it, which was a relief.
When something warm trickled down the left side of her face, she brought her hand to her forehead and sighed when she found blood on her fingers; it wasn't that painful, but it wasn't certainly helping her headache. And judging by how her left arm was incapable of moving and any attempts to move it resulted in a very painful throb in her shoulder and arm, it was most likely dislocated.
When the young woman heard Grimmer, she turned towards him and gave him a nod before she shrugged her trenchcoat off, revealing the patchwork of old scars that covered her arms. Only a glance at her shoulder told her it was definitely dislocated by how the bone was protruding oddly, and all other wounds on her arms were just superficial. Vera pushed herself onto her feet and, with the skill of someone who had done this many times before, snapped her arm into it's socket without even so much as a twitch on her face. She looked completely calm despite the anger that was welling up inside her.
A quick look at the once-street-now-wasteland brought a low whistle from the female; military explosives by the look of it, most likely stolen from the prison. Grabbing her bag and coat in her right hand, she walked to where Grimmer was sitting not far from her, making sure to grab the random singed pieces of paper in her path, and then crouched down next to him. A quick look over didn’t reveal any serious or fatal wounds on him, but she wasn’t too sure yet.
From her position she surveyed the street for the white haired kid, he was right beside them when the bomb went off, so he should be okay.
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She pushed herself up (taking note of the throbbing in her left shoulder and her inability to move that arm), easily shoving aside the slab that had pinned her down with her right hand, and noticed that her backpack was laying next to her with only a few scuffs on it, which was a relief.
When something warm trickled down the left side of her face, she brought her hand to her forehead and sighed when she found blood on her fingers; it wasn't that painful, but it wasn't certainly helping her headache. And judging by how her left arm was incapable of moving and any attempts to move it resulted in a very painful throb in her shoulder and arm, it was most likely dislocated.
When the young woman heard Grimmer, she turned towards him and gave him a nod before she shrugged her trenchcoat off, revealing the patchwork of old scars that covered her arms. Only a glance at her shoulder told her it was definitely dislocated by how the bone was protruding oddly, and all other wounds on her arms were just superficial. Vera pushed herself onto her feet and, with the skill of someone who had done this many times before, snapped her arm into it's socket without even so much as a twitch on her face. She looked completely calm despite the anger that was welling up inside her.
A quick look at the once-street-now-wasteland brought a low whistle from the female; military explosives by the look of it, most likely stolen from the prison. Grabbing her bag and coat in her right hand, she walked to where Grimmer was sitting not far from her, making sure to grab the random singed pieces of paper in her path, and then crouched down next to him. A quick look over didn’t reveal any serious or fatal wounds on him, but she wasn’t too sure yet.
From her position she surveyed the street for the white haired kid, he was right beside them when the bomb went off, so he should be okay.