"THRAD!!"
It seemed as if an eternity was passing at that moment as Thrad felt his step miss its mark, sliding off the powdery layer of the ash right before he jumped and reached for the fences with his bony arms.
That was how the damned dwarf's life ended.
Or at least how it should've ended, had it not been for a sudden golden blur who dashed past him.
Ascalon and Lesha's eyes widened in utter horror as they fell and landed on the other side of the cemetery.
They had already done what was within their means, and they even thought it had been barely enough.
While they've managed to jump a second earlier and technically left their dwarven comrade at the last moment, they've left him with a good chance to survive with a few moderate to heavy injuries, perhaps a severed limb, as one of the worst that could've happened, next only to death.
Thrad would've lived had he not slipped.
