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[ Tyr can't really attack them with his staff at this range, and he focuses on just prying the hands off of them with his own. Rita can fight for herself, he knows that much, and focuses on his own problem, though he glances towards her every now and then. ]

What do they want!?

[ Just holding them down like this... A pair of hands take hold of their ankles while Tyr's busy just trying get the other hand off of him by punching it. ]

[She's already pinned to the ground by the things clutching her coat, as much as she thrashes about. When they get a hold of her ankles, too, her response to Tyr comes out as a shriek.]

What do you think they want?!

[If they're monsters, she thinks, it must be obvious that they'll try to kill them...She smacks at the hands with her book as best she can. Neither of them can cast spells like this!]

[ There's no way Tyr is going to risk burning Rita, that's for sure. When she screams, a cold shiver runs down his spine. They're really going to die, aren't they?

—He can't think of that. Somehow, though, punching them isn't effective. Maybe there's not enough leverage to make them hurt, or...something. It's frustrating, though. ]

Damn it...

[ Or maybe it does hurt them, since a hand grips and slams his hand down before Tyr has the chance to pull it away. He winces and cries out quickly, mostly from surprise. ]

[She couldn't look back at Tyr even if she could tear her eyes away from the grasping hands, but his cries and all the thumps get her worried.] Hey! Come on!

[And do what...she doesn't know, but somehow they have to get out of this. Even as she thinks that, though, her free hand is pinned to the floor, too.] No-!

[ Even though he's not looking at her either, hearing her like that is horrifying. His body shivers unconsciously, and he has to do something if only because this looks bad for both of them. If he sets a fire, they could die. If they don't get free, they could die... ]

We have to do something!

Like what?! They won't let go! [And she definitely can't cast like this. At this rate, they're going to die...the curse is going to kill them.

There's the sound of low moans coming from beneath the floor again as the hands pull at them, like the creatures are trying to pull the two of them right through the floorboards.]

Like... I don't know!

[ Thankfully, they can't, right? Hands wrap around their heads and try to push them through anyway, though, and if Tyr could turn his head, he'd bite the hand (as disgusting as the thought is).

Whether they can be pulled through or not, Tyr is starting to feel like he doesn't have a choice but cast something... But if they don't let go after he casts, they'll definitely burn to death. He bites his lip and groans, trying to wiggle out or think of something to do. ]

Do--do anything! Come on, already! [At this point, she's starting to get desperate anyway, thrashing against the hands. Are those things just going to try and crush them against the floor? She can't stand the thought.]

[ Dying by being smashed into the floor is horrible... With her yelling at him, he finally gives in. ]

I'm sorry if I hurt you-!

[ But this is the only way. He begins casting, and the feeling rushing through his body make the grips the hands have on him not hurt so much anymore. ]

Nevermind! Just get rid of them!

[Even though, logically, it shouldn't be likely that he could get them free without seriously hurting them, not when those things are so close. But she doesn't care now.

However, as if they recognize what Tyr's trying to do, the hands pull more insistently--and suddenly they are going through the floor, as if it wasn't actually there.]

[ How is that even happening?! He almost breaks the spell by gasping, realising the toes of his shoes are going through the floor and the rest of his lower legs and hands are following suit. He can't push himself up when the only thing he could use to support himself is swallowing him up.

It feels hopeless. He can't cast that quickly - not anything large, anyway - but he keeps trying anyway. ]

No--this can't--c-come on! [The hands hold fast and continue to pull the two of them through the floor--ahead, the torch flickers some more and abruptly goes out, leaving them in darkness.]

[ There haven't been many other times where Tyr was this horrified. This overwhelming feeling of uncertainty and helplessness only happens in the City, after all... He spits out the end of the spell in one breath, but he's not even that sure if it'll help them when they're already almost through the floor. ]

Dancing Flames!

[Rita shuts her eyes and grits her teeth as she hears him finish the spell, bracing herself for the flames-

But the hands abruptly release the two of them, and the spell burns away the floor, leaving them to drop below.]

[ His spell shouldn't have been that strong - it wouldn't be that strong - but he guesses the floor wasn't normal. The flames seemed to vanish once they floor is gone, which thankfully mean for as rough their fall is, they don't have to worry about burning splinters of wood raining down on them.

Tyr groans and doesn't really want to look to see where they are. It doesn't feel like the floor they had just fallen from and there at least aren't any hands reclaiming them to try to tear them apart again.

...He still keeps his eyes closed and covers his head to be safe, though. ]

[Gasping for breath and heart pounding, Rita scrambles up. Her hands and knees sting, though she's not sure whether it's from the flames or the fall--and she can't see anything; it's pitch black.]

T-Tyr? Hey...[She gropes around for him. He's still there, right?]

[ He feels his cloak shift, and with the sound of Rita's voice, he comes back to his senses enough to sit up and take her hand (it feels enough like her hand, anyway...). ] I'm here- [ and he quickly adds- ] and I'm okay.

[ Aside from his head throbbing and being unable to see anything. The other pains don't really matter. ]

What about you?

[She'd scrambled closer once she felt his cloak, and now she quickly tightens her grip on his hand. Her voice is shaky, but she replies.]

I...I'm fine. I mean, we're alive...But where are we now?

[ He doesn't doubt that he has her now, and he shifts closer until his knees knock against hers. His reply comes almost as a grumble. ] I don't know...

[ It picks up as he continues, and he squeezes her hand a little. ] But we're okay, so...that's what matters.

[She's glad to have him close, but doesn't do anything more than squeeze his hand right back.]

W-we're probably stuck here until midnight...

[ He hums softly in agreement. He tries to keep his voice light and quiet to calm her, but there's an obvious note of anxiety in it. ] It's probably safer to just stay here when we can't see anything anyway...

[The curse is obviously working against them, and after that close call...She has to agree with him, as much as she hates giving up.] As long as nothing else can see us, either.

[ It doesn't feel like giving up to Tyr; they did everything they could.

He just hopes there's nothing else there... He wishes he could see her rather than just feeling her and hearing her. ] I don't think there's anything else down here... Something would have happened if there was...

[And their everything wasn't good enough. Even though they should know by now that they can't fight curses.]

What about those...those things that were all over us? They could be anywhere! [And just suggesting it gives her the creeps. Now they can't even see anything coming.]

[ Tyr isn't going to let that get him down just because, still, they're not dead...

Even though she can't see it, he shakes his head and shifts in front of her to hold her shoulder. ] We'd be able to feel them if they touched us, and we'll destroy them if they do.

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