There was no such thing as too many knives, especially now when he was short on weapons. Vivante was mildly irritated when he felt Crazy's hands around his back and didn't feel the knife in them. He huffed, narrowing his eyes just slightly.
Was it really necessary to blow up the wall to talk with Crazy? What would Fey have done if a piece of shrapnel hit Crazy in the head, knocking her out, killing her or making her head too fuzzy to be questioned? If she was willing to shoot Crazy in the head, then maybe she did plan for her to be hit by shrapnel.
Vivante shifted his weight back on his heels and pulled Crazy closer, putting an arm up around her head. From what he saw, that might not be enough to stop a metal crossbow bolt, but maybe it would give Fey something to consider if she was going to shoot.
Or maybe that other explosion would. This one was a monster, it set something (and judging from the screams, someone) ablaze. They had to get out of here before the woo-
Blind. Couldn't be the explosion. Too late, too bright.
Just as he was starting to see the grey edges of a few things, something came up and yanked his shoulder, rocking him back on his heels until he took a step back and centered his weight flat on his feet. It had to be Fey, it could only have been Fey. She was pulling back so quickly that Vivante considered shrugging her off. He didn't need help walking. He'd be able to see a lot better if that flash of light hadn't blinded him for a second, but he didn't need his eyes to walk out of a bathroom, even if the building was on fire.
She let him go outside the bathroom. The heat was too intense for his eyes, so he squinted and ducked his head - his chin almost grazing the top of Crazy's head. Maybe she could be his eyes, now that Fey left them. He scratched behind what he thought was the back of Crazy's ear to get her attention. "We need to leave. Walk to the door and I will follow."
