His eyes are scrunched closed tight when he lands, and then they fly wide open and he takes a couple gasping breaths, patting his chest and legs as if to make sure he's all there (he is). Breaking into an ebullient grin, he announces, "Did you see that? I just did that!"
Okay, not the most reassuring rescuer, perhaps. A second later, he casts the light spell again and moves toward the kid with the leg trapped, mindful that that has to hurt as much as it looks like, or more. "Ah, Christ, that's not good, um, okay, hold on, let me think here..."
He's capable of a painkilling spell but since he can't do but so much at once, he'd be better off saving his energy. He starts to strip off his top layer of jacket. "Right, this is a loan, not a gift. Gonna need it back later, but you best keep warm. See if you can get it under him a little, will you?" He addresses the kid holding their sibling, handing them the coat.
He puts his hands on the beam and runs them up to see how heavily the debris on top are resting. And he's just not fully training to analyze the physics of all this. A decent journeyman sorcerer, he imagines, could figure out where the weightbearing sections are and how much weight is on them, but he just can't know for sure. He knows he could do a controlled fire-spell and the beam itself would be done for, but the debris might come crashing down on them. That, and it would consume a lot of oxygen and that could be bad in a small cavity under a building.
"There's a lot of stuff on top of us," he says. "So I think we may have to just hang on for a little bit, but I'm gonna try and get that beam off your brother's leg. I can lift it, but maybe not for long, so when I say so, you pull him out from under it. Can you do that?"
The red gems glimmer as he starts to construct a very thin shield between the beam and the leg. All he needs is a few millimeters of space for a few seconds, he tells himself. And then they can worry about how badly broken the bone is after.
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Okay, not the most reassuring rescuer, perhaps. A second later, he casts the light spell again and moves toward the kid with the leg trapped, mindful that that has to hurt as much as it looks like, or more. "Ah, Christ, that's not good, um, okay, hold on, let me think here..."
He's capable of a painkilling spell but since he can't do but so much at once, he'd be better off saving his energy. He starts to strip off his top layer of jacket. "Right, this is a loan, not a gift. Gonna need it back later, but you best keep warm. See if you can get it under him a little, will you?" He addresses the kid holding their sibling, handing them the coat.
He puts his hands on the beam and runs them up to see how heavily the debris on top are resting. And he's just not fully training to analyze the physics of all this. A decent journeyman sorcerer, he imagines, could figure out where the weightbearing sections are and how much weight is on them, but he just can't know for sure. He knows he could do a controlled fire-spell and the beam itself would be done for, but the debris might come crashing down on them. That, and it would consume a lot of oxygen and that could be bad in a small cavity under a building.
"There's a lot of stuff on top of us," he says. "So I think we may have to just hang on for a little bit, but I'm gonna try and get that beam off your brother's leg. I can lift it, but maybe not for long, so when I say so, you pull him out from under it. Can you do that?"
The red gems glimmer as he starts to construct a very thin shield between the beam and the leg. All he needs is a few millimeters of space for a few seconds, he tells himself. And then they can worry about how badly broken the bone is after.