( A disbelieving murmur from somewhere just behind Lance, detachment and fear and all those other things momentarily replaced by pure, unadulterated bewilderment.
It's not so much that he doesn't kick it into gear behind their group of running scientists, he's still in line and attentive with his gun at the ready.
He's just. )
Are you fucking-- you could have maybe mentioned that you were Harry fucking Potter this whole time.
( Called forward over the sound of thudding feet between them and scrabbling behind them. Making a pretty light is one thing. Barbecuing a fucking flock of rats with lightning shooting out of your hands is a whole different league.
He doesn't collapse the tunnel instantly — it'll absolutely fuck them if he screws with the precarious structural integrity in here and accidentally brings the entire thing collapsing down onto their heads.
He waits until they pass an intersection. Lets himself lag behind a few yards. Lets them put as much distance as they can between themselves and the inevitable drop, and as soon as the urgency starts to hit him a little too hard, he glows blue and yanks.
Stone and dirt and tree roots cave in with all the vengeance of pissed-off gravity, and... yeah, he fucking books it half a second later. )
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( A disbelieving murmur from somewhere just behind Lance, detachment and fear and all those other things momentarily replaced by pure, unadulterated bewilderment.
It's not so much that he doesn't kick it into gear behind their group of running scientists, he's still in line and attentive with his gun at the ready.
He's just. )
Are you fucking-- you could have maybe mentioned that you were Harry fucking Potter this whole time.
( Called forward over the sound of thudding feet between them and scrabbling behind them. Making a pretty light is one thing. Barbecuing a fucking flock of rats with lightning shooting out of your hands is a whole different league.
He doesn't collapse the tunnel instantly — it'll absolutely fuck them if he screws with the precarious structural integrity in here and accidentally brings the entire thing collapsing down onto their heads.
He waits until they pass an intersection. Lets himself lag behind a few yards. Lets them put as much distance as they can between themselves and the inevitable drop, and as soon as the urgency starts to hit him a little too hard, he glows blue and yanks.
Stone and dirt and tree roots cave in with all the vengeance of pissed-off gravity, and... yeah, he fucking books it half a second later. )