Feeling the quakes and the stones falling, Scorch jumped forward, ducking on the stairs through the open doorway as the huge block fell just behind him. Floor was breaking apart behind him. He quickly stood up, ran still touching the wall to his left until he got to the room he knew so well.
Not thinking much, feeling the castle could crumble apart, hearing cries of soldiers from somewhere far behind him, he jumped out the broken window (the ain of few pieces of glass stuck in his legs and arms was a mere sting compared to the fire) and after flying through the air, he sank deep into the sea, putting out the flames, vomiting from the pain and feeling some relief altrough he didn't knew how long will it last.
At some point, he bounced on some corpse of drowned dead between the waters, which he quickly identified as Sigilius'.
"Lightning damn it, the poor freak still here!"
Now the pressure was taking him up. He was tired, drained of energy, everything was hurting him and he knew he has absolutely no chances of doing something now.
The wizard fell unconsious from the lack of air and tiredeness (a nice mix, isn't it?), only hoping the waves will wash him on the small beach next to castle left after the tides returned to the sea (taking Sigilius) after he conjured them, which might give him a small chance of actually waking up again.
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"Yes!" - said Cheetah, taking the alabaster spear out of beast's eye, as it's body fell.
The Gepardi raised his arms as if he wanted to greet someone. He closed eyes and concentrated. He felt the stream of powerful spiritual energy entering him.
"Yes!" - Gepardi said, finally opening eyes. - "Another transformation added to my disposal, whatever this enemy was! My village chief would be proud of me if he saw me."
"Now, who's gonna separate Iduran from the floor?"