[From tending to some minor injuries on a native, she hears him—ear flying back to the pull of his voice first, and then the rest of her following, racing toward him. She skids to a halt, watching him struggle to lift stall on his own. There's no time for hesitating, and although it might cause some alarm, she straightens from her short, observing distance, and cleaves the stall in half so it splits in two and collapses on either side of the person pinned.
There is no other indication that the stall will suddenly break in half beforehand. And sure, one could toss it up to the damage from the explosion, but the slice is so evenly split, as if some invisible blade descended out of heaven and cut into it like butter.
Unwavering and steady, keeping her own concerns in the pit of her stomach, she calmly begins moving closer to boy and vendor. There's acknowledging, appreciative glance to Lance, and then she's dipping down to the man on the ground, intent on seeking out any severe damage.]
attack: 2.
There is no other indication that the stall will suddenly break in half beforehand. And sure, one could toss it up to the damage from the explosion, but the slice is so evenly split, as if some invisible blade descended out of heaven and cut into it like butter.
Unwavering and steady, keeping her own concerns in the pit of her stomach, she calmly begins moving closer to boy and vendor. There's acknowledging, appreciative glance to Lance, and then she's dipping down to the man on the ground, intent on seeking out any severe damage.]