[Collapse? If only he could be so lucky. No, even if he were injured enough for that to be a potential, he couldn't allow himself to let his guard down that far.]
Be careful.
[It wouldn't do to have his would-be savior trip and fall on his face on the way to get help. He'd be stubborn enough to get to his feet and continue anyway, Zekarion is sure, but better to not delay any longer than necessary. He doesn't really want the time to dwell on how it's going to get worse before it gets better.
He watches Scott's uncertain steps, and then the young man is out of sight. The momentary solitude allows him a few moments to... do nothing, at least. Fake nothing, feel nothing, think nothing. He can allow himself a minute of that, even if he makes sure to remain aware of the surroundings.
... but it's not long before thoughts emerge regardless. How the locals respond to this incident and his involvement will determine how much regret he'll have to express for such an apparently reckless idea; the boy probably won't protest overly given his apparent personality and their success, but Scott's not the only one he has to account for. Plus there's the emergence of that creature in the first place to discover, and its purpose. He needs more information...
Meanwhile, Scott won't have to go far before he's met with a few of the locals and other hero-sorts who've come to assist. With the monster stilled, they're quick to approach to deal with the aftermath—there are no doubt a number of other people who were unable to flee in time, even aside from the work they'll need to put in to sort through the debris.
A woman's voice calls him kid and asks if he's hurt. Other footsteps pass him quickly with equipment on wheels, searching for survivors, accompanied by calls for responses. Sirens sound in the distance, gradually approaching.]
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Be careful.
[It wouldn't do to have his would-be savior trip and fall on his face on the way to get help. He'd be stubborn enough to get to his feet and continue anyway, Zekarion is sure, but better to not delay any longer than necessary. He doesn't really want the time to dwell on how it's going to get worse before it gets better.
He watches Scott's uncertain steps, and then the young man is out of sight. The momentary solitude allows him a few moments to... do nothing, at least. Fake nothing, feel nothing, think nothing. He can allow himself a minute of that, even if he makes sure to remain aware of the surroundings.
... but it's not long before thoughts emerge regardless. How the locals respond to this incident and his involvement will determine how much regret he'll have to express for such an apparently reckless idea; the boy probably won't protest overly given his apparent personality and their success, but Scott's not the only one he has to account for. Plus there's the emergence of that creature in the first place to discover, and its purpose. He needs more information...
Meanwhile, Scott won't have to go far before he's met with a few of the locals and other hero-sorts who've come to assist. With the monster stilled, they're quick to approach to deal with the aftermath—there are no doubt a number of other people who were unable to flee in time, even aside from the work they'll need to put in to sort through the debris.
A woman's voice calls him kid and asks if he's hurt. Other footsteps pass him quickly with equipment on wheels, searching for survivors, accompanied by calls for responses. Sirens sound in the distance, gradually approaching.]