Abe was sitting in the back office of Dive, drumming his fingers against the wooden surface of his desk when he first heard the rumbling. He’d heard - and been the cause of - enough explosions in his life that he knew what one sounded like when he heard one. The bar had been busier lately given what had been happening in the city plus the destruction of many of the other bars and clubs on the side of town that housed the village. He stood up from his desk and looked out the small window but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary at first. Then he heard explosion, this time loud enough that the items on his desk and pictures and memorabilia on his walls shook from the force.
“We’re closing early,” he said strongly to his bartenders and patrons as soon as he walked outside of his office to the front of the bar. “Going home would be wise, but you may stay here, though no additional drinks will be served for the reminder of the evening.”
At that, Abe stepped outside the door to see what was happening, and where. That was when he was able to see the signs of people rushing away from Trocution that wasn’t too far away. Grabbing someone by the arm, he stopped and asked, “What happened?”
“Explosion!” They shouted. “They bombed the Trocution.”
Rather than running away, Abe started running towards the explosion. The closer he got, the more he could see a few flames and rising dust into the sky. The building was destroyed, and he could feel in his bones that it was going to collapse even more than it already was at any moment.
“People are trapped inside!” Someone cried out as he passed by. The girl’s face was covered in dust, and there was a red streak of blood dripping down her face. “I was inside when it happened, but there are people still inside!”
Abe pushed forward. He probably wasn’t the typical person to help with a rescue such as this, but he had the unique ability to manipulate the earth. That, luckily, included concrete given that it was made out of rock. It was why he could practically feel the instability of what was left of the building.
“You can’t go in pulling apart pieces of the rubble at random,” he told a young girl as she approached. “It’s far too unstable. I can help keep certain pieces from falling or move them carefully with my magic.” He could also sense if someone was bleeding and nearby, but he kept that quiet for now.