write-it-motherfuckers:

Your heart pounds heavily in your ears, deafening you to the rest of the world, and all you can do is stare up in shock at the person hovering over you protectively. You’re not sure what happened. One moment you were just walking down the street, and the next, there’s heat, brightness, pain and then them. 

As you finally, dazedly break their gaze, to look around you, you realise that the entire street has been destroyed, and that the person hovering above you, just saved your life. Blinking blearily back up at them, you watch as they try to speak to you, unable to hear or process what they are saying. 

What you do notice though, is their piercing eyes, and the large shimmering scythe, held in one of their hands, having been used to deflect the blow of some of the debris. 

How can they lift that thing so easily?

Why do they look so worried for you?

Why are they so upset?