Your ears rung, head splitting in pain from the blast. Checking yourself over, you realized your injuries were mostly from hitting your head. Piers had shielded you from the blast, and rubble lay over his body.

You crawled over to where he lay, clutching his shoulder. Blood poured from the shrapnel in his left arm, and he gritted his teeth in pain.

The building was filled with smoke, and pieces of the ceiling fell around you.