Uni moves between piles of broken stone, once proud walls and peoples homes... the sound of fire raging in the wooden debris, the faint mewls of people dying under the heavy rock, and the plaintive cries of those trapped but still alive. She doesn't have enough items to heal them all. She never took that class on first aid magics using her Share Energy. And now she's kicking herself for it.

    "You knew something like this might happen, even back home, but you kept telling yourself you could just shoot the problem before people got hurt." she chides herself while noone else can hear her. "You didn't even try, this time." The red eyed young woman drops to a crouch, starting to dig into the blocked doorway of a partially collapsed smithy, the cries for help from inside spurring her to drag heavy stones away, her fingers beginning to crack and 'bleed' red fragments of broken code.