Lying amidst the rubble of the partially collapsed building, Thessaly gives burst to a bleat of nearly hysterical laughter. She was so tired she could hardly move...but the warding had held. Through some kind of artillery fire and a -building collapsing-. She'd never really tested its limits before. Now, she had to admit, she was curious.
"Thanks grams," she mutters as she hauls herself up to a sitting position and looks blearily around.
Good thing. She wasn't in that gas field anymore. Bad thing, too late to do much good.
"Gas. It's always gas. You know, Thess, you can get a gas mask...but noooo it's all wrong for 'the look.' No, seriously. Get a gas mask. They probably even had some in the van...damnit."
(any targets around? oh, and if there IS some of that toxic gas in the area, she will move away from it

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