[ More dirt and debris rains down over them, making it harder to see, harder to find steady footing for both of them - and making it much easier for Jayce to push him off, out of the way. Arcade isn't expecting it, tripping as much over the rubble as his own feet as he staggers away, coughing on the haze of dust filling the ruin. ]
Jayce— [ But he doesn't have time to correct course and pick himself up, narrowly avoiding a fall as he catches himself on a broken edge of fallen wall. He reaches for the pistol on his hip, but there's no clear view, either. ]
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Jayce— [ But he doesn't have time to correct course and pick himself up, narrowly avoiding a fall as he catches himself on a broken edge of fallen wall. He reaches for the pistol on his hip, but there's no clear view, either. ]