Lost Echo
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Meg got some warning beyond Rameriz’s shout. As in, she felt the water bubble before exploding upward. It was only enough to save her face from being blasted by the geyser. Though her head shot back, the rest of her was hit by the torrent of water and mud, soaking her clothes and making her stumble. She was used to slick mud, for only a few central streets in Colby were cobbled, so she did not fall, though she almost lost a boot. It tried to take her foot with it before the laces held fast. “Ouch.” Gasping she held her hand up, diverting the dropping watery mud away from the group, though the pebbles continued to fall. “Herne’s holy horns that hurt.” She stepped back, using her staff for balance to stop beside Percival, “You okay?” Just looking at him, she knew she would not be able to do anything but fall in the mud with him. She turned to Ramirez, "Thank you for the warning," She noticed it was the lizard, maybe it was better than just a glorified guard dog. "Do you need help getting up Percival?" She didn't stop looking at the veteran. if he could lift that sword, he could help. “Here,” lifting a hand, she pulled some of the water out from around him, not all of it, only about a gallon to start, but that should make it less slick.