The world is fire: Errant screams.

The deep and reassuring blue of her uniform chars black. In places, it peels away and underneath is red and raw and pain. Does it melt into her skin? Is she blistering? She does not know. The world is fire, and she screams. It's a sound that humans shouldn't be able to make. Pain mixes with fear mixes with tears. Desperate, choking, wailing: a twisted animal howl and a little girl who just wanted to go see the pretty dresses, mommy, why is this happening? Why aren't you moving?

There are wires. Are there wires? Is that right? Errant is burning, the smoke stings her eyes and it's dark, Euna can't see. She cuts at something, but if it's one of her carefully isolated wires or a cluster of the detonation triggers she has no idea. Her arms do not burn, and in the moment where the world is fire she doesn't know how to reconcile that. They move on their own, completing a soldier's job given to them by a terrified young girl. Errant is burning, the world is fire. She screams.

But.

Errant's legs do not burn, either. The soldier is not harmed; only the girl caught fire. And wasn't the girl the one who was the hero? She turns from the bomb and dives to cover Sarahphim.

[X] AFRAID
Defend - (2d6+2)[6]