Crash! Bang! Crash!
Blast!
More crashes and more blasts. Then after all of that, silence. Dust filled the entire air, rocks cracked and fell as small stones and pebbles.
There were groans coming from all sides. Aeric's voice, being deeper, had the loudest groan, he pushed himself up with some difficulty as dust and debris rained down.
He looked to his right and saw Celestia struggling to rise, her movements sluggish. Aeric stumbled to her and helped her up.
"Arhh," Phoebe moaned, petting her knee as she healed herself. When Aeric looked at her to see if she was alright, she said; "It was only a torn skin, Master Aeric. I'm fine."
"Get up, all of you," Nyx said, picking herself up from her knees. "The terror is already planning another attack."
They began to find their feet one by one, peering through the dust and shadow. Aeric made out the form of the Abyssal Terror, seeing its tail wailing around.
