[He stares into the woman's face as it goes first red and then cold blue, contorted around the strength of his grip. He needs only imagine the desperate noises clawing from her throat might be Kris's if he doesn't save them both, and his will is iron. She doesn't go quietly, no—she fights desperately against him, scoring his arms with nail marks and kicking bruises into his middle. But eventually, of course, she succumbs.
He leans down to press his ear to her lips, to ensure not a whisper of air is still passing; he doesn't trust the boom of the cannon, but when it goes off, he darts to his feet again. A single glance in Kris's direction shows that he'll of course stay put for the moment; he only hopes that the time it takes to kill the boy won't put him in danger.
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He leans down to press his ear to her lips, to ensure not a whisper of air is still passing; he doesn't trust the boom of the cannon, but when it goes off, he darts to his feet again. A single glance in Kris's direction shows that he'll of course stay put for the moment; he only hopes that the time it takes to kill the boy won't put him in danger.
He turns and sprints off after Ellias.]