“Fell on a knife?” Helen echoed.<br/><br/>The man had turned around at this point allowing Helen to see the scar on his face. Must’ve had a run in with a Pyromancer at some point, or maybe he was one. They were fairly common and they were at least two of them at home, or maybe three? Anyway that wasn’t important at the moment. What was important was getting that man some medical attention if he had fallen on a knife especially as he still had it stuck in him. She was about to suggest that they remove it when he hurriedly ushered them back.<br/><br/>It was a good thing he had done as the space they had been occupying just a few seconds ago was taken up by a large slab of rock carrying a few passengers. Helen had quite understandably screamed and shouted throughout the whole ordeal, as well as quickly jumping back to avoid a number of smaller rocks bounding towards her.<br/><br/>Once the dust had quietly settled Helen glanced at the large slab of rock and noticed its passengers. There was a child on there! Helen roughly pushed past the man towards the slab of rock, very aware of the ominous cracking noises around her, upon reaching the slab she wouldn’t get on it but would reach out and try to usher the child and the others off it as quickly as possible.