[Mephisto doesn't see what's going on above, but feels he doesn't have to -- he trusts in Chuuya's skill and ability to survive. Likewise, Mephisto manages to avoid the flames, finding a safe spot to stop and let Chuuya catch up--]
[But when he sees what's become of his shoes and legs, he realizes right away that Mephisto himself was the one who messed up. He won't let it show on his face, but he knows those injuries are more dire than they look -- if that rot spreads, it could be fatal. He needs to heal him now.]
...I should have told you not to step on it. That was my mistake.
[He thinks for a moment or two... and then with very little fanfare, reaches down to pick Chuuya up and throw him over his shoulder, bag of potatoes style. Which is entirely intentional, since it keeps him from getting a good look at Mephisto's face under the mask.]
You can't fight with those legs. We need to retreat and regroup, and hope someone else will come before it reaches Olympia... can you make us lighter?
[Cause they're about to literally run for it here.]
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[But when he sees what's become of his shoes and legs, he realizes right away that Mephisto himself was the one who messed up. He won't let it show on his face, but he knows those injuries are more dire than they look -- if that rot spreads, it could be fatal. He needs to heal him now.]
...I should have told you not to step on it. That was my mistake.
[He thinks for a moment or two... and then with very little fanfare, reaches down to pick Chuuya up and throw him over his shoulder, bag of potatoes style. Which is entirely intentional, since it keeps him from getting a good look at Mephisto's face under the mask.]
You can't fight with those legs. We need to retreat and regroup, and hope someone else will come before it reaches Olympia... can you make us lighter?
[Cause they're about to literally run for it here.]