[Stephen will probably hear Lutha long before he finally sees him. Stairs were hard enough with his bad leg, but going up, then down, then who knows what direction only to have steps turn to a steep incline under his feet has Lutha swearing up a storm, twisting his body to try and grab for leverage only for it to be far too late. Impossible physics takes over, and sliding turns to abruptly falling sideways through empty air. What feels like a wall ends up being the floor a few meters away, Lutha dropping through the gaps in the "ceiling" and hitting hard, the wind knocked right out of him.
He's too dazed to notice the blue within shouting distance, nor the monster that starts to itself into the nearest doorway and grow like mold. Right now, his focus is to get his good arm under him to roll himself onto his side and hope that the burn in his lungs starts to subside.]
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He's too dazed to notice the blue within shouting distance, nor the monster that starts to itself into the nearest doorway and grow like mold. Right now, his focus is to get his good arm under him to roll himself onto his side and hope that the burn in his lungs starts to subside.]