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Hearing Cambria speak brought a little relief to his panicked brain. She might be stuck there, she might be so incredibly terrified right now, but she was conscious and coherent and thus, as far as he was concerned, not on death’s doorstep. Of course, the longer they lingered within the decaying building, the closer to danger they were, but Ehno was determined to get her out of there as fast as he could. Dealing with the uncertainty of where she might be, and what shape he would find her in had been the most difficult part. The seconds didn’t tick by with such a ferocious speed, but the sense of urgency still remained in part.
“Shh, non dire così. Tu non morirai qui. Io non ti lascerò morire.” The male coated his words with a warm confidence, trying to sooth her fears in whatever little way he could, though he knew there wasn’t much he could do until they made it to the safe, fresh air outside. He reached through the gathered debris to try to squeeze her hand, one last little reassurance. “Io vado a tirarti fuori di qui.” With that, he stood and began to face off against the stubbornly placed metal sheet. The Marino pushed against its side, hoping to simply knock it out of the way, but it refused to budge. Panic fluttered around the edge of his thoughts as he pushed into it with more force, but all it did was threaten to cut into his hands much as it did to the Church girl. He let out a frustrated sigh and tried instead to pull it to the side. To his delight it started to move forward, but it ground to a halt abruptly, as if something were holding it in place.
Amber eyes scanned the metal sheet frantically, and when he looked up, he spotted a wooden beam much like the one that had fallen on Cambria leaning on one corner of the metal sheet like a dead weight. He hurried to the other side, then with a growl of effort he leaned heavily against the offending beam and pushed, and in a moment he had out of the way, and it fell to the ground with a clatter that echoed through the rest of the collapsing structure. The noise made him acutely aware of the danger they were in and spurred him further into action. Ehno turned back to the sheet of roofing and pushed against it with determination, and this time it finally slid out of the way.
He hurried to his niece’s side now that he cleared the way, and examined the heavy beam that pinned her in place. One side of it was weighed down heavily by more fallen debris, but he was confident that he could move it. He had to. The uncle planted his feet firmly on the ground and lifted one end of the beam with a grunt of effort, trying to pull it away from the girl as he did. “Potete spostare?”