[IRP] The First of Many

[Lavi]

In one moment, Neil was talking. The next, he found himself half-buried under the rubble. The Sacaean tried to pull himself out, but his legs were trapped under heavy wooden beams. Even with blurred vision, he could make out the others rushing to get out of the school; even if he couldn't blame them, Neil rasped as he tried to call one of their attention.

"Help..." he coughed. Even if the smoke was lingering above him, the fire from the Meteor spell was suffocating. He could barely breathe, let alone yell for help.

His hands scrambled to find something that he could use to get someone's attention and they came to rest around his knapsack. The shoulder straps broke loose in the fall and its contents were strewn over the floor.

Shit. The Flux and Luna tomes inside were open for all to see, too far to hide back into his bag. Is hiding the fact that he is actually a mage worth dying for?

"Be my guest in providing a solid argument as to why you care about calling it 'Elder magic,' then."

Cecily...

Neil couldn't tell whether it was that random thought or the flames licking his boots that reinvigorated his efforts to free himself. Grunting against the weight of the fallen supports, he slowly inched himself out of the rubble. But his strength exhausted itself before he could make it completely out.

"Someone...!" he managed to gasp.