[The fractured tree now blocking their way forward is so thick around that it also blocks their entire view of the road ahead. There's no more debris hammering the windows as the wind seems to have died down a little, which is a very small relief given what just happened but does dial down the chaos just a tad.
Emmanuel's voice cuts through the ringing haze in Horus's head and he presses a hand to his face, then winces when it drives several shards of glass deeper into his cheek. That entire side of his face must be drenched in blood, he thinks, judging by how red his palm comes away. He can't feel any other damage to his body, at least, so he hurriedly takes off his seatbelt and turns to face Emmanuel with concern written all over his features.]
Are you okay? Can you move your hands and feet? Any loss of feeling anywhere?
[It's not the most thorough once-over because Emmanuel is right - they need to run - but first Horus needs to make sure Emmanuel can run.]
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Emmanuel's voice cuts through the ringing haze in Horus's head and he presses a hand to his face, then winces when it drives several shards of glass deeper into his cheek. That entire side of his face must be drenched in blood, he thinks, judging by how red his palm comes away. He can't feel any other damage to his body, at least, so he hurriedly takes off his seatbelt and turns to face Emmanuel with concern written all over his features.]
Are you okay? Can you move your hands and feet? Any loss of feeling anywhere?
[It's not the most thorough once-over because Emmanuel is right - they need to run - but first Horus needs to make sure Emmanuel can run.]