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"Yeah, I know, I fought it dozens of times." In the game. This was totally different, but, he still knew what it was, and how to kill it (even if he couldn't actually kill it). It could die, and that was the important thing.

What was even more important at that particular moment was getting somewhere the thing's frost breath couldn't turn them both into icicles. "That thing breathes at this table and you're as good as dead, so please, let's find something better to hide behind. A counter or a closet or something." He grabbed Gabe's hand and tugged, the urgency apparent in both his tone and posture.

"I'm not sure they have..." He chanced another quick look over the table, wincing a little as someone got knocked back once again. "Duncan says you need holy magic or disenchanting to kill it, but I don't think they have it."

He wanted to protest the decision, even though he knew Mal was right. The table had served as decent protection so far, but he wasn't sure how much longer that would last. The worst part was that he wanted to see them destroy the thing, even though that wasn't the smartest choice ever. He sighed, and nodded at last. "All right. Let's go." But go where?

"We usually had Joryn along for that." The cleric would cast holy magic at it to finish it off once they'd crumbled it. Mal glanced towards the fighting. Did they have anyone in the city who could do that? He could only hope so, and hope they got to it before everyone in the building froze to death.

Or at least before it finished off with those inside and broke out to terrorize the rest of the city...

Mal shook his head to clear it, and tried to focus on his present goal. That was, getting Gabriel somewhere safe. He looked around and started following the wall furthest from the dragon, keeping his grip on Gabe's hand firm.

Gabe followed, though he kept an eye on that dragon just in case. For all he knew, that thing would turn around and breathe on them or swat them with it's tail for the hell of it. Maybe if they moved slowly enough, it wouldn't see them. Then again, it seemed content to knock the people who were attacking it around. It might not notice them at all.

After her chat with Mal and Duncan eventually wandering off, Theresa had been left to stand alone again by the bulletin boards, where she was content to stand and watch, thinking of nothing, unhurried and untroubled.

Even she, however, had looked up at the crack of lightning, and had stood staring at the dragon that came with it. Unfortunately, her fight-or-flight response hadn't kicked in either way, and she'd continued to stand, staring, pressed against the wall, before she'd thought she'd best move. Ah- but where?... everyone around her had already run off, except a person or two cowering behind tables. She wasn't sure she wanted to do that, and so remained almost stubbornly standing still against the wall.

Following the wall lead Malachai right to Theresa, and his step faltered as he recognized her. "Theresa? What're you doin' just standing there?" As he moved past her, he reached out to take her hand as well, hoping to drag her along with them. "Think I saw a place to duck down in over here when I was lookin' earlier," he commented, nodding ahead.

Theresa had better come with them, now that they both had seen her. He wasn't entirely sure Duncan would want the potential girlfriend frozen to death. "Then we try there, first." He smiled a little at Theresa. "C'mon, honey. If we stand here, we'll just be in the way." Or, you know, dead, but he wasn't about to mention that.

She turned her head to Mal, her expression strangely calm and untroubled by what was going on. She didn't have an answer to his question, so she didn't give one.

But when he took her hand and dragged her along, Gabe might have noticed the sudden flinch of her features. Mal would have felt the sudden tug she gave, as though trying to get free, but he already had momentum going and she didn't have much choice except to follow with them, trying not to slip on the floor as she did so.

If Mal noticed, he ignored it, intent on getting the two of them somewhere to hide out until things settled (if they did). He kept moving, skirting around upturned tables, stalls, or clutter that forced them away from the wall, trying to spot the place he'd seen in his search for Gabriel while keeping in mind the dragon's presence and its ability to freeze them all solid with a single breath.

That didn't seem like it'd be very comfortable.

He stopped, and released the two, pointing. "There," he said, trying to usher them both into the small area once he'd finally found it, behind a counter that looked like it was intended for selling tickets or handing out pamphlets. Some pamphlets highlighting the center's other activities were scattered about, but no one was around to hand them out any longer.

Somehow, the hiding place Mal had discovered didn't seem like it was much safer than his table had been. However, considering his options seemed to be standing out in the open or getting behind the counter, the counter certainly seemed infinitely safer than letting the dragon of doom turn around and hit him directly. So, shrugging, Gabe quickly ducked behind it, trying to ensure that he took up as little room as possible so the three of them could stay safe in the little protection it allowed.

Everything was moving too quickly for her to process properly, and she found herself obeying the command before she could stop herself.

It wasn't that she was claustrophobic, not exactly. It was the fact that the building was shaking with every step the dragon took, and debris and icicles were falling intermittently combined with the enclosed space that had her shaking from more than just the cold. She tucked herself into the space she had as tightly as possible, eyes wide but gaze stuck to the floor.

A counter was sturdier than a table, and a niche in the wall provided more cover than being out in the open, even with something to duck down behind. Though Mal would have far preferred a room with solid walls and a sturdy door, there weren't any within easy distance.

After ensuring the two were tucked into the space, he gazed up at the dragon and its combatants. Rhys was in there, and while he didn't like it, he felt Rhys was the most capable of the group.

He pried his eyes away to duck in with Gabe and Theresa, giving Theresa a quick look-over. "Are you all right?" he asked her. Gabe had seemed fine, even speaking much as he did, but he didn't know her well enough to know that silence was normal.

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