[He's next to her before she's finished calling out, crouching down to grip the underside of the bookshelf and lever it up - but then his eyes narrow. Those footsteps aren't getting any quieter, and on the edge of hearing, they're starting to mix with a few noises he really doesn't like the sound of. If they come in here...
Change of plan. No time to explain, either.
He reaches over, grabs the few books that weren't already dislodged when the shelf fell and hastily tosses them over his shoulder, neither knowing nor especially caring if anyone is in the way. Once the shelf looks more or less empty, he claps his hands once and presses them to its side. It instantly glows a fierce blue, spitting out crackling sparks in all directions. By the time he scrambles to his feet a few seconds later, there's only a rectangular block of solid wood sitting where it used to be, just to the side of the girl's leg.
Then he strides off without another glance at her, waving to get the attention of any library staff or users who haven't yet fled. There aren't a whole lot of them.]
What're you waiting for? Barricade the damn door! Someone's injured in here!
[Why doesn't he do it himself? Because, barring any further interruptions, he intends to head out into the gunfire. Obviously. Where else is he going to go?]
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Change of plan. No time to explain, either.
He reaches over, grabs the few books that weren't already dislodged when the shelf fell and hastily tosses them over his shoulder, neither knowing nor especially caring if anyone is in the way. Once the shelf looks more or less empty, he claps his hands once and presses them to its side. It instantly glows a fierce blue, spitting out crackling sparks in all directions. By the time he scrambles to his feet a few seconds later, there's only a rectangular block of solid wood sitting where it used to be, just to the side of the girl's leg.
Then he strides off without another glance at her, waving to get the attention of any library staff or users who haven't yet fled. There aren't a whole lot of them.]
What're you waiting for? Barricade the damn door! Someone's injured in here!
[Why doesn't he do it himself? Because, barring any further interruptions, he intends to head out into the gunfire. Obviously. Where else is he going to go?]