[Well. For the sake of being nice(?) to you, I will assume the window gets smashed to pieces when Hawke yeets the grenade out. Yahoo!
And down, down, down the grenade goes. It explodes upon contact with the ice. Not quite melting it, but breaking it apart. Now they only have to fall through multiple chunks of ice, as opposed to one large sheet of it. Hard to say if this will actually help, but the boys will certainly find out soon enough.
Two, bright blue eyes stare up at Richie while he bundles the baby up; innocent and completely lacking in any sort of wariness or suspicion. The child simply exists, and has no idea of the fire raging on just downstairs or the fact that these people killed dear old mom. Must be nice to see the world through brand new eyes, huh?
With the child sufficiently bundled up, Richie jumps. The maid immediately screams in horror and does not follow, before Taair, Hawke, and Adolphe (who is totally here) leap out the open window as well. The cold winter air bites at their skin on the way down, like thousands of icy little needles stabbing into their open wounds. Gravity does its thing, pulling them down and increasing the velocity of their descent. It feels like they're falling for years, yet simultaneously for only a handful of seconds. One, two, three, four, five stories pass by in a blur—
And then they hit the water.
Immediately, the force of the impact knocks all the air out of their lungs. Richie manages to keep his arm around the baby, but only just barely, and he might find himself struggling to retain his grip with how the baby suddenly begins to squirm. Unsurprising, perhaps, because if the sensation of the frigid winter air was painful — then the freezing cold of the water is downright torturous. And that's without taking into consideration that this is saltwater up in all their open wounds.
Between the velocity of their fall, their violent crash and the pull of the waves, the group will be momentarily dazed before they can regain their bearings and start swimming. This is sufficient time for them to sink enough that the darkness of the ocean begins to encroach upon them, with the light of the moon a mere pinprick above. There's a sturdy looking sheet of ice in the distance, that perhaps they can grab onto to hoist themselves above water.
But first, they will have to swim for it with no air in their lungs, a drowning child, and multiple gaping wounds.
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And down, down, down the grenade goes. It explodes upon contact with the ice. Not quite melting it, but breaking it apart. Now they only have to fall through multiple chunks of ice, as opposed to one large sheet of it. Hard to say if this will actually help, but the boys will certainly find out soon enough.
Two, bright blue eyes stare up at Richie while he bundles the baby up; innocent and completely lacking in any sort of wariness or suspicion. The child simply exists, and has no idea of the fire raging on just downstairs or the fact that these people killed dear old mom. Must be nice to see the world through brand new eyes, huh?
With the child sufficiently bundled up, Richie jumps. The maid immediately screams in horror and does not follow, before Taair, Hawke, and Adolphe (who is totally here) leap out the open window as well. The cold winter air bites at their skin on the way down, like thousands of icy little needles stabbing into their open wounds. Gravity does its thing, pulling them down and increasing the velocity of their descent. It feels like they're falling for years, yet simultaneously for only a handful of seconds. One, two, three, four, five stories pass by in a blur—
And then they hit the water.
Immediately, the force of the impact knocks all the air out of their lungs. Richie manages to keep his arm around the baby, but only just barely, and he might find himself struggling to retain his grip with how the baby suddenly begins to squirm. Unsurprising, perhaps, because if the sensation of the frigid winter air was painful — then the freezing cold of the water is downright torturous. And that's without taking into consideration that this is saltwater up in all their open wounds.
Between the velocity of their fall, their violent crash and the pull of the waves, the group will be momentarily dazed before they can regain their bearings and start swimming. This is sufficient time for them to sink enough that the darkness of the ocean begins to encroach upon them, with the light of the moon a mere pinprick above. There's a sturdy looking sheet of ice in the distance, that perhaps they can grab onto to hoist themselves above water.
But first, they will have to swim for it with no air in their lungs, a drowning child, and multiple gaping wounds.
Good luck.]