It seems few things unite people such as Sebastian getting stolen by literal evil. A moment of teamwork and friendship that didn't gel out, it's unfortunate.
Not that their actions were futile. The bomb explodes, opening a large hole in the middle of the dome, and given how little time is left, the malice won't be able to fill it up again. Zuko's spear prevented a second tendril to come and try to do something like snapping Sebastian or anything similar, slicing through it, destroying it. Bradley manages to defend himself from the malice trying to catch him, smacking it with his bow. And Sebastian...
Sebastian is dragged upwards, into the net, and it all surrounds him, it envelops him into a cocoon of truly disgusting appearance, beginning to squeeze him, holding him tight and up in the air above the platform, away from the rest, just when things begin getting dire:
The platform vibrates strongly, like an earthquake. It shakes, trembles and begins to visibly move. Anyone off the platform or near its edges would be able to feel wind begin to escape between the surface of the platform and its junction with the pillar, the pressure inside having become overwhelming. Even the malice itself seems to realize the danger, because it retreats a little, enough to give a moment of respite while it tries to come up with a plan of action, a way to stop it since Sheila broke the dome.
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Not that their actions were futile. The bomb explodes, opening a large hole in the middle of the dome, and given how little time is left, the malice won't be able to fill it up again. Zuko's spear prevented a second tendril to come and try to do something like snapping Sebastian or anything similar, slicing through it, destroying it. Bradley manages to defend himself from the malice trying to catch him, smacking it with his bow. And Sebastian...
Sebastian is dragged upwards, into the net, and it all surrounds him, it envelops him into a cocoon of truly disgusting appearance, beginning to squeeze him, holding him tight and up in the air above the platform, away from the rest, just when things begin getting dire:
The platform vibrates strongly, like an earthquake. It shakes, trembles and begins to visibly move. Anyone off the platform or near its edges would be able to feel wind begin to escape between the surface of the platform and its junction with the pillar, the pressure inside having become overwhelming. Even the malice itself seems to realize the danger, because it retreats a little, enough to give a moment of respite while it tries to come up with a plan of action, a way to stop it since Sheila broke the dome.
Be ready. Things are about to blow up in here.
One turn before critical pressure is reached.