[Childe's warning goes unnoticed, just a buzzing at the back of Fern's mind that he doesn't bother taking heed of. Which is probably a good thing, honestly, because it means he doesn't get out of the way of the sudden downpour. The force of it is hard enough to make him stumble and almost lose his balance but it works, it's enough to wash away the sludge coating his arms. With it some of the fear and anger washes away, leaving only his own mind, his own emotions that aren't particularly feeling like they're even his at the moment.
So he's still left with the sensation of drowning, and the desire to force all of that outwards, to start destroying things until he feels better. It isn't until he hears another howl, one from Illarion, and for Childe to grab him and yank him further away from the monster that he realizes he needs to get a hold of himself. He's useless like this, and if he doesn't shape up all he's going to do is drag everyone else down and get them killed.
It's good timing, because there's a glimmer of hope - Bigby, alive, and clawing his way out. That snaps Fern to attention and he shifts his arms into vines again, whipping them out at the monster to twist around one of its legs and try to keep it on the ground.]
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So he's still left with the sensation of drowning, and the desire to force all of that outwards, to start destroying things until he feels better. It isn't until he hears another howl, one from Illarion, and for Childe to grab him and yank him further away from the monster that he realizes he needs to get a hold of himself. He's useless like this, and if he doesn't shape up all he's going to do is drag everyone else down and get them killed.
It's good timing, because there's a glimmer of hope - Bigby, alive, and clawing his way out. That snaps Fern to attention and he shifts his arms into vines again, whipping them out at the monster to twist around one of its legs and try to keep it on the ground.]