He'd been right to be ominous. And Frilly Parasols had, at least, been right to instruct them all to move, though who amongst them was idiot enough to need telling, Conall didn't know.
There was no way to know whether the way they were going would lead them out of the thunderclouds and the hail and rainfire, but - frankly - anything was a better plan than standing still. Conall, eyes on the sky rather than the others, had made a go of zig-zagging from the closest thing to cover he could find to the next, between porches and overhanging eaves, missing the giant hailstones by leaning back against walls.
But then he ducked out into the street again, and skidded on a patch of hail ice on the ground, which sent him sprawling. It wouldn't have kept Conall down long, but as he scrambled to his feet, a line of fire spattered into his arm, blazing up his sleeve onto his shoulder in a furious split-second. Conall grimaced as the flames sprang up into his face, letting out a hiss of pain and dropping back to the ground to try and stamp it out before it got any worse.
There was no way to know whether the way they were going would lead them out of the thunderclouds and the hail and rainfire, but - frankly - anything was a better plan than standing still. Conall, eyes on the sky rather than the others, had made a go of zig-zagging from the closest thing to cover he could find to the next, between porches and overhanging eaves, missing the giant hailstones by leaning back against walls.
But then he ducked out into the street again, and skidded on a patch of hail ice on the ground, which sent him sprawling. It wouldn't have kept Conall down long, but as he scrambled to his feet, a line of fire spattered into his arm, blazing up his sleeve onto his shoulder in a furious split-second. Conall grimaced as the flames sprang up into his face, letting out a hiss of pain and dropping back to the ground to try and stamp it out before it got any worse.
