FAMFRIT vs. Party Two: Theo/Div.
Theo staggered into his own semblance of a defensive stance, only partly from Divina's glare leveled angrily his way. He looked out into the rain and noted, with no less amount of unease, that their towering enemy had seemed to have...vanished with the tidal wave. Theo grunted in dismay, clutching his side again in idle recognition of his many lingering wounds. Every cut and scrape stung, only adding to his own scowl.
"Gone?" He offered, baffled.
The larger warrior stomped around in a circle, water sloshing around his ankles. Looking up to the sky, it seemed the storm was beginning to lessen as well. No longer coming down in heavy sheets, the rain seemed to have receded to a gentle downpour. Theo shook his head like a grumpy hound, staggering a path down the broken street.
"Come on," he offered, motioning her to join him. "Let's look around, aye?" For what exactly, he had no clue, but it seemed better than standing around baffled.